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