Old World Blues

Down south lay the Mojave Drive in, a boring place to play
something new, a satellite hit but what could it possibly do
lights out, I wake up in a strange land head out and meet the think tank crew
Mobius on the screen laughing and taunting about my brain, God keep it safe I pray
to the Big MT wastes I go, chased by the roboscorpions and there mighty death ray
lobotomites chasing me through this school, these guys are about as bright as a shoe
this place is filled with cazadors and nightstalkers alike, it's a psychos zoo
in to the forbidden zone I go, so close to my brain now I can honestly say
Mobius, he doesn't seem like such a bad guy, give him a talk and get my brain back in
back to the think tank to work all this craziness out
one way or another I'll make peace in this war of the minds that will end here fast
I may have told a few lies to get to this place, but peace in my book is a win
these humans of the past will have there problems though without a doubt
luckily I cured there old world blues that binds everyone of them to the past