written by Father Time and Zeeza
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When the rocks are brittle and the mud is dry,
the cruel yellow sun becomes a red sky
and that dull grass town, there's no movement at all
not a twitch of life until night falls
Through the white molded windows just traces of light
Computer monitors on thru the night
And all the lifeblood being shared I mean being given away
The hopes and dreams of another day
The days are like weeks, the years are a blur
But the dogs are all howling, now something's astir
As long as the spirit of what should've been
Appears out of nowhere to take one last spin
Through a town called Won't Matter, down a street called Long Gone
There's a guy who feels something, it ain't drugs that he's on
It's a moment in time when he started to live
An impending explosion oh something must give
And the voice of god and the last rock hope
They're tryin' to hang him but they ran out of rope
And past guitar legends come back from the dead
To play so inspired that the world turns its head
And what started with whispers will end up so loud
in the city called Never will gather a crowd
No it won't be too long til that town is awake
You can feel the ground moving, it's the Year of the Snake
And as one good era passes til it’s gone
Another one is coming with the dawn
You thought that life was over as you’ve known
But change is always turnin’, it’s been shown
And the mojo magnet and the future of rock
and the king of sustain will to everyone's shock
be the ones who will rise from the dry desert sand
To shine like a nova cause no one else can
There's a guy who feels something, they're tellin' him he's wrong
But it's gonna turn out he was right all along
And the ones who denied them in the hot sun they'll bake
It's gonna all come down in the Year of the Snake
And the voice of god and the last rock hope
They've been tryin' to hang him but they ran out of rope
And past guitar legends come back from the dead
To play so inspired that the world turns its head
And what started as whispers will end up so loud
in the city called Never, they will gather a crowd
No it won't be too long til that town is awake
You can feel the ground moving, it's the Year of the Snake
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