I heard about the trouble they had down on the farm
they say they lost all the white horses and half of the corn the woman of the house she came screaming into town we said sister why go crying when you can watch it all burn down
and sit here dreaming of our hawaiian island world? the preacher said his church has been empty
two sundays in a row I said no father please forgive them
for they do not what they know been called on by the devil your man from down below
and traded in their free for a part in Satan's show and they don't hear the screaming
of a dying virgin girl they just sit there wanting
their hawaiian island world the shopkeeper from Illinois came round a freshly fired gun in his hand
he said he'd just shot a young poet for writing something he didn't understand
gone were the lines that he loved to forget safe were the folk words of truth would upset
with God right behind him his gun by his side there was nowhere for these weirdos to run or to hide the day of their judgement it was due to arrive get them on the record
make sure they don't survive
and we can all sit watching our hawaiian island world
don't wake me 'cos I'm dreaming of my hawaiian island world I just made love to my hawaiian island girl.
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