Well, it’s high noon at the Last Chance saloon
Second home to racketeers
Where the magic man sells his masterplan
He’s a global pioneer
He says: Villains roam towards our homes
And they’ll burn away the clouds
But my new invention, my weather engine
Is already eastward bound
Terraform the desert into paradise
With our weather machine
We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice
With our weather machine
So the giant device spewing liquid ice
Is flown to foreign lands
Where the locals curse their forever thirst
And the neverending sands
But the rain falls hot with a kilowatt
Of the magic man’s bloodlust
And funny little rivers form
Black ribbons in the dust
Terraform the desert into paradise
With our weather machine
We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice
With our weather machine
Spinning words at the hungry herds
He’s twisting a new truth
It’s the magic man and his faithful gang
Dreaming of eternal youth
He says: Villains roam towards our homes
And they’ll burn away the clouds
But worry not, cause I wrote the plot
And I know how it turns out
Terraform the desert into paradise
With our weather machine
We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice
With our weather machine
