Letra de Timbuktu

Pack up with what´s worthy, lock it up in the car.
Don´t be surprised if I drive too far.
Speak now and we´re followed while the weakest react.
The nose on the siren is right on our tracks.

A pair of tripods eyes through streets of mercury.
Not as common as leisure days, not as modern as much too late.

I sailed through the catapults between April and May
He quoted his price and that´s what he´ll pay.
He spread thick like a heathen, theclouds buried the chalk.
While the sut on our throat ´till our engine stops.

Pearls and oysters every each turn grow the lilac near the grubworm.
Push the button closest to him, give me glue so i can stick to plan.

But instead, sail the desert