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shadows on a scorched horizon, like a wall we stand
Arizona roarin', risin' from the scalded sand

cries of a dead world callin' out in pain
red skies on the desert are the blood in a ranger's veins

static on a distant signal gonna fade to wind
iron in my blistered fingers, ragin' chambers spin

scorpion tales and cyborg blues
prophets of doom they spread bad news

cries of a dead world callin' out in pain
red skies on the desert are the blood in a ranger's veins