March Of The Camels Lyrics

March Of The Camels lyrics

There is people in a picture

Hanging on the hall wall

We watch them 'cross the desert

From an armchair in the hall



We saw the world from the edge of our seat

Dance with the harem and drank with sheet

The man on the back of the camels were following me



And we make ourselves a home

At the foot of the steps

Blankets and old wooden chairs

And we stayed there

We laid there, room go smaller

We beg for water but went for air



So we ran away from our old brittle home

We thought it was sand

And the lamp was the sun

So let's get outside

'Cause we've been inside for too long



And we take a drive

And the buildings all turn into trees

And after a while

We find ourselves down by the sea



The beach was a dessert

Outside in an old magazine

The sheiks and the harem

Were under the waves

The camels they all wash away



And no one is happier

And nothing is free

So I think to myself

We should go and get us a drink