looks like America's dropped her load 
she was ready to explode 
I could not see her from up here 
cuz she was lyin' in the road 

my head's in the ground 
I can't make a sound 
my head's in the ground 

looks like America's dropped her load 
she tried to call me on the telephone 
"everything is fine, now the baby's here!" 
she'll have to handle this one on her own 

my head's in the ground 
I can't make a sound 
the priests were all stoned 

California was in my mind 
and love was a game that we played 

my head's in the ground 
I can't make a sound 
the priests were all stoned 
the fact that you moaned 

my head's in the ground (repeat)