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The Growlers

Badlands

 

Badlands

(album: Hot Tropics - 2010)


Hot sand in my holes and tips
Hot wind whips at my riverbed lips
Snake dunes lookin like hips and tits
And big red no blink he just sits

I don't know where I am
I think I'm lost in the badlands

Paws full of thorns and I lost my hat
No palms just a cacti to see if it's flat
No rock to stand on to see where
I'm at I'm looking for ground on a land that's bad

I don't know where
I am I think I'm lost in the badlands
Don't wanna lose who I am
But I'm lost in the badlands

Hungry earth makes survivors strong
Thick skin and thorns just to get along
Think about tomorrow when today's gone
Hangin on a memory of where I'm from

Young and dumb and empty as shit
Muscle and thumb and fingertips
The desert sea is relentless
Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
Once you see death naked you just can't leave her

Paws full of thorns and I lost my hat
No palms just a cacti to see if it's flat
No rock to stand on to see where
I'm at I'm looking for ground on a land that's bad

I don't know where I am
I think I'm lost in the badlands
Don't wanna lose who I am
But I'm lost in the badlands

Hungry earth makes survivors strong
Thick skin and thorns just to get along
Think about tomorrow when today's gone
Hangin on a memory of where I'm from
Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
Once you see death naked you just can't leave her
Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
Once you see death naked you just can't leave her

Hot sand in my holes and tips
Hot wind whips at my riverbed lips
Snake dunes lookin like hips and tits
And big red no blink he just sits

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