29 Palms Lyrics

Fool in love;
a crazy situation.
Her velvet glove,
mocks me down and down and down and down.

Her kiss of fire;
a loaded invitation
inside her smile.
She takes me down and down and down and down.

Her moves look good;
a touch of desperation.
>From where I stood,
she turned my head around and 'round and 'round and 'round.

It comes kinda hard 
when I hear your voice on the radio.
Leading me back down the road that leads back to you.
29 Palms, I feel the heat of your desert heart.
Taking me back down the road that leads back to you.

I'm burning in love;
a strange infatuation.
White cold, cold touch.
What must I do and do and do and do?

The heat and the dust 
increase my desolation.
In God we trust,
always for you and you and you and you.

It comes kinda hard 
(etc.)


-achut