She tried to call me on the telephone
I could not see her from up here
My head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
She'll have to handle this one on her own
My head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
My head's in the ground
My head's in the ground
My heads in the ground
And love was a game that we played
The priests were all stoned, yea
Looks like America's dropped her load
The priests were all stoned
California was in my mind
My head's in the ground
'Cause she was lyin' in the road
I can't make a sound
The fact that you moaned, yea
My head's in the ground
Played
Everything is fine, now the baby's here