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Death Valley Vipers! (Hoo, Hah) |
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Death Valley Vipers! (Oh) |
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Death Valley Vipers! (Hoo, Hah) |
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Death Valley Vipers! |
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Drove out to the furnace, but we pulled off out at the pass |
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Felt the valley start to burn us, we had half a tank of gas |
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Without cellular phone service, when the battery just died |
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Half drunk, and now we're nervous, busting down there by the sign |
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Target practice on the cactus |
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Low on ammo, no supplies |
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Where anything could just attack us |
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6 or 7 other guys |
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A 30 mile estimation, that would be as the crow fly |
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To the nearest filling station |
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Dangerous, but worth a try |
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Death Valley Vipers, proud daughters and sons |
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Direct descendants of survivors, marching orders from no one |
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Death Valley Vipers, proud daughters and sons |
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Direct descendants of survivors, marching orders from no one |
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Death Valley Vipers! (Oh) |
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Death Valley Vipers! |
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A dusty path out into the desert |
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And I've been city from day one |
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I mustered up more than I could measure |
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Busted up out under the sun |
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Vintage Kawasaki dirtbikes |
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Seven six or seventy five |
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If it was not for the snake |
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Then my bones were gonna bake |
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The rising sun, and I'm still alive! |
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Death Valley Vipers, proud daughters and sons |
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Direct descendants of survivors, marching orders from no one |
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Death Valley Vipers, proud daughters and sons |
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Direct descendants of survivors, marching orders from no one |
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Death Valley Vipers! (Oh) |
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Death Valley Vipers! |
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Death Valley Vipers, proud daughters and sons |
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Direct descendants of survivors, marching orders from no one |
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Death Valley Vipers, proud daughters and sons |
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Direct descendants of survivors, marching orders from no one |
