Desert Storm Songtext
von Grope

An evening to remember
A Friday night
With glass and steel

An evening with friends
Of the worst kind
One shows me his higher art
He takes out a snake full of eager
To make its appearance
At a bar of steel

Feeling pretty, drunk & wise
My mind is a desert storm
Operating in a haze
Thinking that I′m with the core
Pointy fingers through the room
The moon is rising high
Desert storm no time to waste
My mind is in a craze


I learn with a smile on my face
A stupid smile
I'm in the race
Silent, thunder in my mind
We might just meet an accident

Feeling pretty, drunk & wise
My mind is a desert storm
Operating in a haze
Thinking that I′m with the core
Pointy fingers through the room
The moon is rising high
Desert storm no time to waste
My mind is in a craze

Suburbia calling, middlemans cry
Determination, the chosen few
The race is on

Feeling pretty, drunk & wise
My mind is a desert storm
Operating in a haze
Thinking that I'm with the core
Pointy fingers through the room
The moon is rising high
Desert storm no time to waste
My mind is in a craze