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