The Botanist - Naked In The Desperate Land

Walk to the beat of a cannonball
Buddy grab your drinks on the table chug them down until youre able take a move to the door you can lose what you've swore
I've got a buckshot looking for a devil

I wanna bury your ex in the desert
Where she can feed from the heat of the sand
And we will ride to the sound of pavement
And you can think about the difference in man
I've got an 18-wheeler
My partner totes a gun in his hand
I wanna bury your ex in the dessert
Where she'll be naked in the desperate land

Cut down the forest of the wise men
Let the ground give way to what it takes to beat them
Gather up your boots we can tread to the end
We've got a she-demon begging for the bottom

I wanna bury your ex in the dessert
Where she can feed from the heat of the sand
And we will ride to the sound of pavement
And you can think about the difference in man
I've got an 18-wheeler
My partner totes a gun in his hand
I wanna bury your ex in the dessert
Where she'll be naked in the desperate land

Evil it knows when your man is alone
Yeah evil it knows when your man is alone