looks like America's dropped her load she was ready to explode I could not see her from up here cuz she was lyin' in the road
my head's in the ground I can't make a sound my head's in the ground
looks like America's dropped her load she tried to call me on the telephone "everything is fine, now the baby's here!" she'll have to handle this one on her own
my head's in the ground I can't make a sound the priests were all stoned
California was in my mind and love was a game that we played
my head's in the ground I can't make a sound the priests were all stoned the fact that you moaned