My senses so alive in These gardens I found a paradise But they're coming Bodies they overheat in Deserts icy cold Bandits with golden teeth It's Getting kinda old I got it I got it I got it I got it I take it Some treasures lie within Hiding Vultures up in the sky They'll die trying Milk runs down withered skin The meat falls off the bone Under these shady trees This heaven we call home I got it I got it I got it I got it I take it