Here's a prayer for the body buried by the
interstate Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest
up in flames Black valley, peace beneath the city

Where the women hear the washboard rhythm in their
bosom when they say "Give me good legs and a
Japanese car and show me a road"


Sing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbank
A well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the

brain Black valley, peace beneath the city Where
the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all
day "Give me a juggernaut heart and a Japanese car

and someone to free"

Say something for the body buried like a keepsake

Mother of million mouths with the very same name
Black valley, peace beneath the city Where the
women tell the weather but never ever tell you

what they pray They pray, "Give me a yellow brick
road and a Japanese car and benevolent change"