Songtext von Dear Carolyne

Can't you just see Flies' eye mirrors and bull's eye red Can't you just taste Blue brain juice from a tikki head "there's money in the desert We'll be lithe and sly And make it groove our way I like the desert" I heard dear carolyne say And don't you just dream down easy As a "for you baby, first time's free" And don't it just seem Like your wheel of fortune rolled over me There's somethin bout the desert It don't speak english but we understand Somethin bout the desert From the car's front seat You squeezed my hand Dear carolyne You are sour cream in a rubber dress A wet dream in a newfound mess You're a day come apart In the sky's messy open heart There's black holes in the desert Where the slickbacks pay in cash And trash the place Black holes in the desert Looking out from carolyne's face Dear carolyne Waited forever I come back alone I pull the lever Like carolyne showed Pioneer casino in reno nevada Where a couple of kids like us Could make our fortunes in an hour Dear carolyne