Welcome to Timbuktu, the land of all that's dead.
Have a seat lie down; here's a pillow for your head.
Do all you want however you like don't worry- you have all
day.
Relax your bones and listen to the sound of time drifting
away.
No ones going to stop you if you want to go.
No gates, no doors, no guards in site, believe me I would
know.
No regulations no law to uphold.
Nobody here must do what they're told.
No competition no laughter when you fall.
No one here to bother you no life at all.
Welcome to Timbuktu, the land of all that's dead.
Have a seat lie down; here's a pillow for your head.
You'll never be tired, sad or depressed.
Never be pressured, tensioned or stressed.
No more feelings of confusion, everything's plain.
No more sorrow, no more pain.
No more joy, no more glee.
Nothing else matters, everything for free.
Welcome to Timbuktu, the land of all that's dead.
Have a seat lie down; here's a pillow for your head.
Do all you want however you like don't worry- you have all
day.
Do nothing at all it really doesn't matter.
Everything is dead here anyway.