Letra de Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well, she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke She give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the words she spoke Blow up your TV, throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try and find Jesus on your own I sat there at the table and I acted real naive 'Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy cooch Yea sing a song all night long tellin' me what to do Blow up your TV, throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try and find Jesus on your own But I was young and hungry and about to leave that place Just as I was going she looked me in the face I said: You must know the answer, she said: No, but I'll give it a try And to this day we've been livin' our way, here is the reason why We blew up the TV, threw away the paper Went to the country, built us a home Had a lotta children, fed 'em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own