Dry country

Drive through this Dry Country.
Wind's arms spread in a " welcome guest ".
Hours melt behind the wheel,
Sweat down my back givin' up the quest.
Me I don't ...
Dunes of sand with no ending,
My car stop in the middle of nowhere.
I'm looking at hundred TV screens,
All in lines in a super production field ! !

Is the dream on ?

Ref :
I see you with your brightly smile and hairs.
Acting in a non-sense TV-show.
Why did I drive those thousand miles for ?
To reap some immaterial fake dreams.

Old farmer says he's really proud.
Boxes growin' faster every year.
Well you're so lucky I say,
The system offers you such a cosy place...
Me I don't ...
Your two hundred eyes looking at me.
Our love sleeping in a bed of money.
Don't even think to call Mummy.
She's somewhere staring hundreds of me.

Is the dream off ?

Ref :
I see you with your brightly smile and hairs,
Acting in a non-sense TV-show.
Why did I drive those thousand miles for ?
To reap some immaterial fake dreams.

Help me put a little ocean in this Dry Country,
We put a little Ocean in this Dry Country,
Help me put a little love in those metal cages,
Four hundred eyes and two hundred hearts floating eternally,
We float eternally, we float eternally,
Leave this Country Undry,
Leave this Country Undry ! ! !