End of the day
Another fucking night
queue at the shops
Nothing looks right
Lonely blokes in paddocks
a thousand dying sheep
Nothing but darkness
Till the end of the week
Spinning the wheel
Rattle the cage
Sealing the deal
Bottle my rage
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision
Masochist fossicks through the animal pain
Death, muck and myrrh in the halls of the strange
The schizophrenic father tightens up his belt
Picnic on the road before the acid is dealt
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision
You're a fucking animal
Tell me something I don't know
You're a fucking animal
Tell me something I don't know
End of the day
Another fucking night
queue at the dogs
Nothing looks right
Spinning the wheel
Rattle the cage
Sealing the deal
Bottle my rage
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision
You're a fucking animal
Tell me something I don't know
You're a fucking animal
Tell me something I don't know
The bitter mind freezes the apocalypse saddle
Pollenate the kids with the meat of the cattle
Emancipated slaves were never counted and filed
Machines in deeper water and material fires
Desert television
Have you got the vision
Desert television
Have you lost the vision