Explorer

Step out through the back door Nothing but plain blue sand, in sight Flat, nasty But what's that in the distance looking lonesome on the horizon Walk closer to get a better look It's tall, ten stories tall Some kind of dog-thing standing on all fours Feels warm, feels okay Well I have to wait and see When I look into the party The sharing of the bed door I can feel the moonlight Where the shadows look like veins I can hear the booty It's slapping through my brain We're all, we're all, we're all redundant