Parched land or desert sand, sun was just a dot
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And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot
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Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back
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Of a rented ford
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They couldn't know they weren't going far
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Each one with the money in his pocket
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Could go out and buy himself a brand new car
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But they all had the money they had
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Money they hoped would take them very far
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The sky is bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck
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And they hadn't seen a cop around all day (what luck...)
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They brought everything they needed
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bags and scales to weigh the stuff
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The driver said the border's just over the bluff
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It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped
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In the middle of a cold and barren plain
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And the other guy turned and spilled
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Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?
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They're ok the last days of May, but I'll be breathing dry air
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I'm leaving soon, the others are already there
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You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here?
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It's said the west is nice this time of year, it's what they say.
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LAST DAYS OF MAY
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
