Morning Doves are mourning such any early fall
I found a job at haarp but I'm still waiting for the call
Chemtrails and swine flu outside my shuttered door
I'm feeling kind of sleepy but baby wants some more

I'd like to walk down my hill and visit the supermercado
To buy some votive candles and a mushy avocado
I'd churn the flesh into a paste and give myself a facial
And let it cake until I'm green in a botox face so glacial

Baby says to have no fear and always wants some more
She doesn't hear the clenched tooth growls of the dogs of war
She'd rather stay in soft down bed and sail across the floor
To the land of dreamy dreams where hope will always soar