Hanging out,hanging out
Hanging out in the sand
I don't care what's in your hand
I'm waiting for a medicine man
The sands of time may be ignore
I can't stand any more
God of sand, I confess my sins
Can you please protect my skin
Burning sand in my eyes
I reach my hands out to the skies
To stop the rays of the desert sun
Hottest as a machine gun
I got harmonies to give you hope
I got music to dispel your blue
I like it hot in the desert sun
I'm waiting for a medicine man
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