Text: Frank Black. Llano Del Rio.

Llano-Llano (x3)

Going out to Llano
Llano del Rio
Try to find utopia
In the stucco grids and the tumbleweeds

You got to love that pearblossom
It?ll kill you just like possum
Have you been to the rock foundations?
Where it's mostly known just for the speed

Llano-Llano (x3)

Going out to Llano
Going out to look for Aldous Huxley
There between the power lines
And the purple flowers of mescaline

If you really want to
You can practice esperanto
But in the land of pronto
The wind it tastes like gasoline

Llano-Llano (x3)

Going out to Llano
Llano del Rio [x4]