Lyrics

[Verse 1] He's got the Eye of Fatima On the wall of his room Two bottles of tequila Three cats and a broom He's got an eighteen year old angel and she's all dressed in black He's got fifteen nickels of cocaine tied up in a sack [Verse 2] And this here's a government experiment And we're driving like Hell To give some cowboys some acid And to stay in motels We're gonna eat up some wide open spaces Like we're on a cruisе on the Nile Take your hands off thе clock, we're gonna be here a while [Verse 3] And I am the Eye of Fatima On the wall of this motel room And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons And no one ever conquered Wyoming from the left or from the right But you can stay in motel rooms and stay up all night