Now, there is noone upon the bridge
Everyone dwells in Crystal Ridge
This desert town they call their home
Adventure lost, content condoned
The fertile water lies across the strait
But they are too lazy to investigate
A hopeless scene, a surrender line
From “live it up” to “just get by”
In fifteen years they haven’t seen the sun
They’ve grown so cold, it’s what oppression has done
Is it over? Indeed, it certainly appears
The vast horizon is no match for their fears
But deep below the surface of the desert sand
There is a spark but someone has to dig it up
Dig it up! Dig it up!
Dig it all, dig it all, dig it all, dig it
Now, this is just a metaphor
It’s not real, in a sense there’s more
Deep below this person’s mind
There is something brewing, hope, din, cruel, an divine
Is it over? Indeed, it certainly appears
The vast horizon is no match for their fears
But deep below the surface of the desert sand
There is a spark but someone has to dig it up
Dig it up! Dig it up!
Dig it all, dig it all, dig it
You’re the one who tried to control mind
Spinning all your bad-blood jealousy into whine
Shaking off anything stable in life
Dealing 21 cards, defended by a bladeless knife, an unexisting wife
Sock-hop Charlie playing all his tunes for the dead
Making love to a picture of a hollow little twister in a broken bed
No more, no more
Now, tell me son, what have you learned
Do you believe it is your turn?
Will you bet it all one this one sweepstakes?
Ric is dead, long live the Snake
Yes, Ric is dead, long live the Snake
That was just his last mistake
Ric is dead, long live the Snake