"Dune wish it away
Hasn’t rained. Not a drop. In forever.
Between you and me, the Prophecies say
That things could only get wetter.

And while I'm away
Drive out the sandtrout inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the sietch in the rocks where we hide

And I guess that’s why they call this place Dune.
We’ve left Cal-a-dan with it’s seas and monsoons.
Boarding the guildship, Learning to not fear
Jokin’ with Duncan, and grumpy old Thufir.
And I guess that's why they call this place Dune

Just chew on some spice
Fold time and space in your head
Look to the future, where you fear to gaze
You’ll see me looking back laughing instead

My name is Paul.
Usul, or Mua’Dib if it helps
But more than ever I simply love Dune
More than I love spice itself

And I guess I’m the Prophet of Dune
The spice in the air has turned all our eyes blue
The only things that aren’t processed in these thighpads
are my unresolved feelings for my dear dead duke dad
And I guess that's why they call this place Dune

My name is Paul.
Or Usul, or Mua’Dib if it helps
But more than ever I simply love Dune
More than I love spice itself

And I guess that's why they call this place Dune.
Spice in the air, could turn all our eyes blue.
Living like fremen, setting some thumpers
Riding the SANDWORM with my desert brothers.
And I guess we’ve declared war on Dune.
And I guess that's why they call this place Dune.
And I guess that's why they call this place Dune.
(Praising the maker, blessing his passing)
And I guess that's why they call this place Dune
And I guess I’m the God King of Duuuune. "