Bombay Beach

I make a little home in the East California sun

Try to make a little cash, try to have some good clean fun

But nothing ever lasts, and nothing turned to gold

The sky came in real fast, nothing could be sold

Hell or high water -- damn, guess God gave me both

The money’s sunk in land, guess I better buy a boat

Maybe this house is a shell. And maybe I’m all alone

And maybe it’s a living hell, but any living hell long enough feels like home

I keep an eye on the wonders man has made, I keep a bottle close in reach

And when the sun finally takes me, Lord, brother, won’t you help me

Won’t you take my bleached out body, and bury me down at Bombay Beach

Maybe death moved fast, and maybe towers around me fell

But I hear those desert demons, and they got stories left to tell

And I’ll hear them till the day I die, they’ve got lessons left to preach

I’ll never ask why, but I live here, and I’ll die here

And when I finally go, won’t you bury me down at Bombay Beach

Well, Jesus come walking, down cross that Salton Sea

Like it’s Gennesereth, oh, to try and rescue me

Well when I finally go, Lord, don’t you dare keep heaven from my reach

Ain’t I had enough death here in the desert?

Ain’t I had enough fire, living down here on Bombay Beach?