"Gasoline" 3:46

You're tank of gas is running out. You tip the bottle to your mouth. Through the haze you can see. What the desert does to me. ...to me. Your stereo is playing loud. The heat is high, engine wound. Ninety miles, 1 -0 - 3. It's what the desert does to me. So serene. YOU CONTROL IT, BUT NEVER BACK DOWN. IF YOU NOTICE, WE'RE IN THE NEXT TOWN. AND IT'S JUST LIKE GOING, WHERE YOU CAN'T SEE. DON'T THROW AWAY- YOUR GASOLINE. So unclean.