Lyrics of
Barstow

Anyone caught speaking Esperanto
Is thought crazy or headed for jail
There's peace in the wilds of West Texas
Where the sun and the sky prevail
Don't take notice of the rising waters
There's a changing pattern before us
And the past tells the story quite well
By the time we make it to Barstow
We'll be more than halfway to hell
Waves of adverts that promise revival