Through miles of sand, bleached white dirtThey shambled on 'till their ankles hurtThe buzzards sailed high overheadRidin' on currents of thick hot dreadAnd the sun burnt their hearts like an angry womanIt scorched their souls like an angry womanOhhhh like an angry womanAnd then out of the west, through a breeze of luck18 wheels on a big black truckAn angel of mercy, but was wrapped in steelWith an un-washed man stickin' up behind the wheelAnd the road stretched on like an angry womanAnd the cab smelled like french fries like an angry womanPe-yeu, an angry womanWhat's that smellThe sun dropped low down in the skyLike a pair of pants on an urban guyTheir stomachs cried out with a rumblin' roar'Till they just burnt near couldn't walk no moreThey tried to eat a cactus like an angry womanAnd sc
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