DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:
Out in the desert in the last light of day,
we search for the footprints of Bobby Beausoleil
and there in the dessert past the LA county line
Bobby burried the cannister in the middle of the night

I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm really not up for the fight

Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down

The gears grind on as the van accelerates
Something is burried deep beneath the

I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm really not up for the fight

Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down