Anyone caught speaking Esperanto   Is thought crazy or headed for jail   There's peace in the wilds of West Texas   Where the sun and the sky prevail   Take no notice of the rising waters   Take no notice where the rivers run dry   They’ll be digging through the landfills   To find evidence of our great demise      There’s a changing pattern before us   And the past tells the story quite well   By the time we make it to Barstow   We’ll be more than halfway to hell      Waves of adverts that promise revival   Trinket-ware that batters the brain   The devil bought the key to Branson   Drives a backhoe and wears a gold chain   Now we’re living in the unnamed timeframe   Bets in Reno are on the human race   Woke up in another test market   With a new headache filter in place      There’s a changing pattern before us   And the past tells the story quite well   By the time we make it to Barstow   We’ll be more than halfway to hell   By the time we make it to Barstow   We’ll be more than halfway to hell