Pink moon climbed up over the hill
And the strip malls disappeared
The arms of god fell to the earth
And pushed the dogs into the dirt
So let's play house and I'll be the doctor,
You can be the nurse
Rusty cars and rustier owners
And every other one's a hearse
You told me that it's gettin' better
I'd say it's already worse
Well the fruit is free on the top of the tree
But there's a thorn bush in between
So Mary, please, oh, merry me
So we can ear our meals for free
Cause when we play house, I'll be the gardener
I can be the one that works
When word gets out that she's growing water
We can redefine the words
Tangerines and lemon trees,
And Styrofoam cans of worms
Well when we get out of this lonely town
Yeah, we can share a little pink room
With our rusty car and rustier apartment,
Sleeping underneath the moon
If you love me and I love you,
What is there left to do?
Sleeping under the moon