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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 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,
Cause 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
Now sometimes I wonder if her faith is just a smokescreen

The wind blows softer
down in southern Arkansas
The match hits the parafin,
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,
'cause 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
Keep hoping on
The better world
I've been dreaming of?

And does my love
Keep hoping on
The better world
I've been dreaming of?

And does my love
Keep hoping on
The better world
I've been dreaming of?

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