Lyric Merica

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

My head s in the ground
My head s in the ground
My head s in the ground