Oh my god, take a look around. There's no grain of sand we haven't painted. Take the tongues off every girl who's fainted. This stallion is a living, breathing hearse. Never felt much better, but god knows I could feel much worse. We all feel much worse. This stallion is a living breathing hearse. This stallion. I've avoided them for so many years. I did it everywhere but here. RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. There's your desert painted! RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. Don't ever… RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. …die! RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. I've made a desert fountain, to be the last one on the line.