On hired ground
And promises offer me
Service stations offer promises
And love blows through Rhodesia
Masturbated over jilted bouquets
And love blows through Rhodesia
Approximation's counting on a freight line
And love blows through Rhodesia
And turning back
Bleach your body, be proof to the fact
We understand
Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam
Moving out in all directions
Departmental stores, vacate no sound
And love blows through Rhodesia
Oh, muzak for digital clocks
Saluting supermarket majorettes
Oh, Nazis in full attack
We pull away
And love blows through Rhodesia
Exchanging surgical appliances
Burning niggers in a cotton field
Soldierettes marching in the parking lot