Nothing is good there,
And the air is bitter.
It makes it hard to breathe
And harder to make a move.
It's been a six month ride
Since the end of the war,
And men there lie with guns in their arms.
Welcome to unspeakable town :
A land for raving maniacs
Who have the law on their side.
Well, I learnt to cope with that.
Some are living by hope;
Some are hooked on chance;
Some are slaves of blood.
Well, straight-face me and pull me hard :
I'm riding through the land of Nod.
I'm riding through the land of Nod.
I'm riding through the land of Nod.
Can't you hear Abel from above ?
Nothing is plain there,
And nothing's really clear
When they came to take a man
And finally shot his dog.
Five months have been. Yeah,
Murderous years
For men to live along
With them crystal fears.
Fine unspeakable streams !
The land of raving creeps
Is now mine for days and weeks.
So I got used to the smell.
Some, it gets them down;
But some, it horns them well.
I can't remember clear
The curious music that I hear :
Living in the land of Nod.
Living in the land of Nod.
Living in the land of Nod.
And Cain's awaited to say grace