Somewhere in the desert there's a hole,
where the water's running hot and cold
and no-one ever goes there at all.
We can find it if we try,
we can hide out 'til the time is right to ride out.
We will pour our jars in the reservoirs and turn the world off.
Paint the sky a shade of orange,
'cause that's how I like sunsets.
Oo-ee-oo.