People at the city say he's buried underground They're turning over the stones but there's nothing here to be found Looking to the desert in a cool moonlight Nobody watching, there is no one out tonight
Standing in the shadow there's a real mean guy And I don't know if I'll make it and I don't know if I'm gonna die tonight Take a caravan to the limit of the city Smoke the hookah pipes where the people have no pity
Ptolemy
The dogs will howl in the market square You'll bargain for your life but you leave their treasures there
Don't you go astray on the wrong side of the city Fighting for your life where the people have no pity
Ptolemy
I wish I'd never listened To that old high priest He told me of the riches They buried beneath
Down in the crypt where the men fear to tread She danced the seven veils and the boy was nearly dead
Don't you go astray on the wrong side of the city Fighting for your life where the people have no pity
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