I made my way toward Show Low Through a desert dry as bone I grew sicker from my wounds As they festered in the burning sun Consumed by pangs of hunger I sought shelter in a cave While they poison in my blood Snaked its way into my fevered brain Blood unto wine Wine turns to piss Flesh unto bread Bread turns to ash Gold unto lead Lead into stone Skin decays to dust The grave becomes a throne Without a dime or a bite of food Desperation turned to panic So when that hunter found my den He found a beast that had gone manic I brained him with my rifle butt Then I took my knife and slit I dressed his body where it lay And roasted it upon a spit Blood unto wine Wine turns to piss Flesh unto bread Bread turns to ash Gold unto lead Lead into stone Skin decays to dust The grave becomes a throne Blood unto wine Wine turns to piss Flesh unto bread Bread turns to ash Gold unto lead Lead into stone Skin decays to dust The grave becomes a throne