The night she got the swastika tattoo
Her lips were cherry red, her eyes were sapphire blue
The night we let the bombs off in the forest
She got so horny, we made love in the pines

The wind blows softer down in Southern Arkansas
The match hits the paraffin, the wood burns to the floor
We know what's wrong or right
We know what love is for, it's for our kind

We've got friends down south, and friends up in the mountains
She paints her toenails red because that's the way I like them
We know the FBI and CIA are frightened
But they won't keep our love underground

I don't do drink, I take no drugs
But christ she's hit the bottle, like there's no tomorrow
I used to think that she truly believed
But now sometimes I wonder if her faith is just a smokescreen

The wind blows softer down in Southern Arkansas
The match hits the paraffin, the wood burns to the floor
We know what's wrong and right
We know what love is for, it's for our kind

We've got friends down south, and friends up in the mountains
She paints her toenails red because that's the way I like them
We know the FBI and CIA are frightened
But they won't keep our love underground

And does my love keeping hoping of
The better world I've been dreaming of