Ptolemy Letra

people at the city say he´s buried undergroundthey´re turning over the stonesbut there´s nothing here to be foundlooking to the desert in a cool moonlightnobody watching, there is no one out tonightstanding in the shadows there´s a real mean guyI don´t know if I´ll make it and I don´t know if I´m gonna die tonighttake a caravan to the limit of the citysmoke the hookah pipes where the people have no pityptolemythe dogs will howl in the market squareyou´ll bargain for your lifebut you leave their treasures theredon´t you go astray on the way side of the cityfighting for your life where the people have no pityptolemyI wish I´d never listenedto that old high priesthe hold me of the richesthey buried beneathdown in crypt where the men fear to treadshe danced the seven veils and the boy was nearly deaddon´t you go astray on the wrong side of the cityfighting for your life where the people have no pityptolemy