Butthole Surfers Dust Devil

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand
I don't ever fuck with the dust devil
He's got the power of an upright in his goddamn hand!
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Satan becomes a potent mix and wind is as hot as flame
The bodies fly right through the line
All faceless and without fame
I grab onto a foreign hand or walk in through a door
But discovered that I was just buying a pound
Of turkey at the liquor store
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I drove out to the canyon, baby
Hit the motherfuckin' road
I cleaned my mind of all the lies
Exactly like the picture told
The desert sky before my eyes
Had burned into a sea
A flaming mass of oil and gas
And screams of ecstasy
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa