Take exit 97 Drive towards the sun Oil rigs and cactus flowers Sidewinders make the run See the mountains to the north of you By the middle of the day A disenfranchised gas station With lizards on display Take exit 97 To where the hills have eyes Tattered desperadoes Seek no compromise A western movie hanging tree Hearts that turn to stone In the crapshoot of insanity The winner stands alone And now you're close You're almost there You're getting oh so near Now you're close You're almost there To the place beyond the fear Take exit 97 The air smells like lead Buildings burnt and skelatal The windows blind and dead The denizen's profession So painfully described Will scatter grievous angels With the dropping of a dime Take exit 97 Along the boothill route Where the mortality's a razor's edge Bu truth is absolute The steering wheels too hot to touch And you ain't got far to go To the cold beer of destiny In the valley far below And now you're close You're almost there You're getting oh so near And now you're close You're almost there To the place beyond the fear