tell me something, it's too hot to be here
there are no trees along this river bed there's just a house
with dogs and pictures of dead indians
tell me something, it's too hot to be here
sticks and stones are the color of your skin
There's a rabbit den and pictures of dead indians
and it smells like razor blades
I've been dead for days
tell me something, it's too hot to be here
seems like I've been walking
with just the river talking,
only time goes by
only the days go by,
I'm no longer walking I'm no longer walking,
no longer walking
and it smells like razor blades
I've been dead for days
God bless Lolita
for taking it all away
God bless Lolita, Lolita
