(Jonathon Brandmeier/Dewey Bunnell)(To te tune of "A Horse with No Name")On the first part of the journeyI was looking at a bizarre killthere were hoofs and limbs horse smell everywhereAt Fortyith and Union HillsThe first thing I met was a humane manWho said he couldn't figure this mess outSome said it was kids, low-rider ponies, or a strange religious cultCHORUSSomewhere in the desertThere's a horse with no legsWho is going through a lot of painSome crazy loon just sawed off his limbsAnd there ain't no way to get them back againLa la la la la la la la la la la laLa la la la la la la la la la la laAfter three days in the desert sunThe legs began to turn redA circle was formedFour legs pointed northWas it the work of some cult bonehead?To think of horses with stumpsWith bellies dragged on the groundMade me sad to thiink they were deadCHORUSAfter nine days we still don't know what to thinkAnd we haven't even got a clueThe horses don't have a leg to stand onThey'll just turn 'em into Elmer's GlueNow the first thing we met was a humane manWho said he couldn't figure this mess outSome said it was kids, low-rider ponies, or a strange religious cultCHORUS----------------------------------------------------------------------