Stuck in the F*cking High Desert

(song)

WELL MY WIFE HAD A GOOD JOB, but I had no class

We had a house in the country, and acres of grass

Now I hang out with lunatics, broke on my ass

And I’m stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

Yeah I’m stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

If the mountain does call you, you surely must come

But plug up your ears boys, it’s better to run

For to blow up your life, you could just use a gun

Or be stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

Yeah I’m stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

Well my sister is dyin’, and I am a wreck

But ya gotta go sometime, I guess what the heck

Maybe walk in the mountains, fall down break my neck

Or be stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

Yeah I’m stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

Well I went down to Texas, and what did I see

I still loved the city, and Austin loved me

Now I’m back in the mountains, it’s good to be free

To be stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

Yeah I’m stuck in the fucking high desert

Outta luck in the fucking high desert

(Audio coming soonish, don’t freak.)