Grains of desert Sand Slip through my twisted hands Careful in this place Keep my mind behind my face Walking for a while Came to a crooked style Pointed up above With my hand inside my glove A face up in the sky It breathed a burning sigh Roasting my red tan And writing on the land We need a concrete path we can't keep following our nose Got us locked up in these boxes like Victorian freakshows I barely recognise my street since it got so overgrown But the day I left the desert was the day the seeds were sown I got an education, went to work and paid the bills But to navigate this wasteland is outside my range of skills I learned to fix a car and drove a hundred miles south It was days before you heard another word out of my mouth Resting by the sea where we just lay upon the rocks You don't need to know the time when there's no such thing as clocks A moral obligation to destroy the human race I started off in glory and i ended in disgrace I never quite remembered how I learned to love the bomb Now I'm braced for impact, breathing slow and keeping really calm Sitting by the fire I felt the warmth of embers glow I never meant to be a bad man but then that's just the way that some things go