[Verse:]
The blown out Belgian sky

Is weeping on you and I
We're soaked down to the tit


We'll make our bed in it
Jerusalem at dawn
Your pink hair turns them on

They holler from windows
But I'm just proud to know


[Chorus:]
That we spit on their notions
That our love parts the oceans

That our love fuels their motion
Yeah we spit on their notions


[Verse:]
At Prague in sausage stalls
But still we hit the mall

In search of a Starbucks
Americans like us


[Chorus:]
Yeah, we spit on their notions
Our love parts the oceans

Our love fuels their motion
And we spit on their notions
And we spit on their notions

Our love parts the oceans
Our love fuels their motion
And we spit on their notions