Heads in the sand Dig for the sun Kick for the shore Old Nick's still got it Temperatures rise Hot heads collide Brothers no more Old Nick's still got it Yes he does I was wandering alone In the desert at dusk Kicking the bones Of greats we used to trust Yes he does It's rich in cliche yes I know But someday you'll see things my way Keep looking around for a friend But somehow I keep running into him Awoke amid a fowl hour The old hag she sits At the foot of my bed Cackling and licking her lips I was wandering alone in the desert at dusk Crushing the skulls Old Nick's still got it It's drenched in cliche yes I know But someday you'll see things my way Keep looking around for a friend But somehow I'm running into him It's drenched in cliche yes I know But someday you'll see things my way Keep looking around for a friend But somehow I'm running into him