Far out in the desert,
cactus man, liar,
putting out fires,
puts his money
off the coast,
but would never
float his boat
Runs to this,
runs to that,
the only truth
really is
he'll always
be phat
Tried to get
me 'ed into this game,
but time and money people
are all the same
No one but myseff
to bwayme
Walked tall in shadows,
crawled in the light
Ain't no fun out there
that isn't paid for
by Uncle Cayman Islands Sam
and his mighty mighty might
It's just his dollar, Bill,
and it's just awe right
Far out in the ocean
in the land of Honor Lee
is a ghost ship sailing
waitin' for just one capital capitan
whose mind is actually free
And so on it sails,
no visitors for even whales
Uncle Cayman Islands Sam
You are the no man band
Fear fuels your Starship Enterprise
and castles are your sand
Couldn't get my mind on your time
so once again it's
fuck the clock, man!
