Looks like America's dropped her load
As she was ready to explode
I could not see her from up here
'Cause 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
Played
My heads in the ground
I can't make a sound
The priests were all stoned, yea
The fact that you moaned, yea
My head's in the ground
My head's in the ground
My head's in the ground

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