This is the Wasteland and everyone's welcome
Pull up a chair, make yourself right at home
There'll always be room here for fresh disillusion:
One more refugee from the gardens of stone
Down on the corner a jazz band is playing
Some comfortable tune from a time long ago
Pensioners peddle their lives on the pavement
And even the traffic is going down slow
CHORUS
This is the Wasteland and everyone's welcome today
Everyone's talking but no one's got nothing to say
Living is easy believing that all of your
Golden ideals are just made out of clay
This is the Wasteland and everyone's welcome today
The devil is sleeping tonight in the gutter
The wise men have packed up and left for the coast
Poets and prophets compare their addictions
And speculate who has been damaged the most
Sometimes I take myself down to the boneyard
Where all the old outlaws can keep themselves hid
Shooting the shit with the ghost of Hank Williams
And Harry Houdini and Billy The Kid
CHORUS
Breathless believers and desperate dreamers
Are meeting tonight in a bar down the street
Come with me now to the outskirts of town
And we'll dance in the darkness with wings on our feet
This is the Wasteland and everyone's welcome
This is the Wasteland and everyone's welcome
This is the Wasteland and everyone's welcome today
