Scorpio Rising

Out in the desert in the last light of day
We search for the fooprints of Bobby Beausoleil
And there in the desert past the LA county line
Bobby buried the canister in the middle of the night
I'm not alright, I'm not alright
I'm really not up for the fight
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down.
Slow it down, down, down
The gears grind on as the van accelerates
Some things buried deep need to stay that way
I'm not alright, I'm not alright
I'm really not up for the fight
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down