New Mexico - Oppenheimer Analysis

Just off the beaten track

Way from the Vegas trap

No more shiny Hollywood Bowl

New York streets have lost their soul

Think I’m in a state

Take me where it’s desolate

Leave my senses in the clouds

Worlds away from city crowds

Into the Valley of the Bomb

Going for a desert song

See the nuclear family

Pointing to the sky at me

There’s nowhere to go

There’s nowhere to go

In the Land of Enchantment

The Land of Enchantment

New Mexico

New Mexico

This is the place to be a stranger

From another space

Everyone’s a stranger there

See the rednecks stop and stare

Leave me in the scorching air

The blood is going to flow

From the place I love

New Mexico

Listen here to Moonface Mike

Tell you all what is was like

To light the sky not so long ago

Not so long ago

In crimson red hills so dead

Sands that bled in burning red

New Mexico

See the rednecks watch the skies

Flying saucers myths and lies

Myths and lies

Snakes are rattling on the ground

Wriggling into what they’ve found

Gouged-out holes of ripped-out eyes

See the rednecks watch the skies

In the megadeath birthplace

The megadeath birthplace

New Mexico

The White Sands of time

Are losing face, running down and going slow

In the Land of Enchantment

The Land of Enchantment

New Mexico

New Mexico