You can never leave22 Jan 2021 10:58
On a dark desert highway, lots of flies in my hair
Warm smell of the core drills, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
The cores grew heavy and they shone weren’t dim
But they don’t stop for the night
And in the dunes cambers
They drilled North, West and East
They stab it with their steely drills
But they just can’t find the edge of the beast
Welcome to the Hotel Callum Baxter
Such a lovely place
Such drilling at pace
Plenty more boom at the Hotel Callum Baxter
Any time of year
You can find gold here