Oh desert speak to my heart. Oh woman of the earth. Maker of children who wheep for love. Maker of this birth. 'Til your deepest secrets are known to me.
And from a tiny river town you came. With mamma's rock-star dreams in tow, and daddy's brains. But the rats they fought you oh yeah tooth and nail. With the way they rigged this game, you had to fail.
Let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue. A smorgasbord. Let's go hang out in a church. We'll go find lurch. Then we'll haul ass down through the abbey.
You don't know how much I love you. But I love you like the sun. I'd like to put my arms around you. And we could run run run runaway. Let's run run run runaway.