Going to the desert

 Going to the desert

Going to the desert

Trying to remember your name

Pondering your gift

Was it all in vain

The three wise monkey's

Light up their spliff's

Humans turn to lemming's

And gather at the clif'f's

Going to the desert

Trying to remember your name

Pondering your gift

Was it all in vain

Economist's play a hot tune

As the blind mice dance

As the beat builds

Everyone is caught in a trance

Going to the desert

Trying to to remember your name

Pondering your gift

Was it all in vain

The bankers want a pound of flesh

They say,  they don't want blood

Tell that to the poor

When they gentrify their neighbourhood

Going to the desert 

Trying to remember his name

Pondering his gift

Was it all in vain

Lord above forgive us

For our considerable shame

We know not what we do

We just play the game

Going to the desert

Trying to remember his name

Pondering his gift

Was it all in vain