The vultures ride the wind.
Circle around
the killing field.
Intoxicated by
the smell of death.
Waiting
for man to fall.
A desert highway.
I left my baby.
She's lying, scorching, screaming in the sun.
She says,
Hold me,
touch me,
love me,
* me.
In a chapel down in New Orleans,
she's on her knees and begging,
please,
to hold me,
touch me, love me,
* me.
There's a man on the edge who's ready to jump.
He's had enough, but just can't stop.
He says, Hold me,
touch me, love me, * me.
Give me pleasure, give me pain.
I'll believe anything you ever say.
Just hold me,
touch me, love me,
* me.
On a desert highway,
desert highway, I left my baby.
On a desert highway,
desert highway,
I left my baby.
* me,
* me,
* me,
* me.
Give me pleasure, give me pain.
I'll believe anything you ever say.
Just love me,
love me, love me, love me, love me,
love me.