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Their eyes are scornful and ours'll be black
If we don't get our shit together and get on track
Out from the mountains, away from the west
Rumor has it there's a village where we can rest
It don't matter if our love is true
Them bigots have it out for girls like me and you
Their morals rain from that G-d up above and according to him
Hell's the place for our love
Thumbs out of Quesnel, through Vedder Crossing
Memories harden like the earth beneath this stranger's tires
They spare us guns of war, then beat us in our homes
Convinced our interlocked legs are fuel for fire
If we don't make it I'll meet you in Hell
Where the hot hot heat of our love can swell
Higher than the egos of righteous man
And larger than the expanse of this g-d damned land
Now six days traveled, we just reached Broadview
I couldn't have another trucker's hand run up my thigh
He struggled sluggishly, you took the wheel
His breath cut short by CB radio wire
Don't worry darling 'bout the fires we'll meet
Heaven would have burned up from our hot heat
Don't worry darling it'll all turn out well
We'll get to that village or I'll love you in hell
Their eyes are scornful and ours'll be black
If we don't get our shit together and get on track
Out from the mountains, away from the west
Rumor has it there's a village where we can rest
It don't matter if our love is true
Them bigots have it out for girls like me and you
Their morals rain from that G-d up above and according to him
Hell's the place for our love
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