Текст песни The Earth's Fire-Breathing Daughter - Leslie Fish

The Earth's fire-breathing daughter came up from Oakland town
With her high priest and her coven, who had good jobs all around.
Now where to find a stretch of land and a good big house therein,
Enough to hold them every one? ...Where else but Marin?

The day that they were moving in, a welcome wagon came.
'Twas a guru in a nightshirt and a wealthy local dame.
They murmured: "Groovy.
What's your sign?" "Not now," the priestess said.
"Will you help me carry this
Freezer in?" ...The couple turned and fled.

Next week the priest went shopping, and came back with a steer –
Alive and well and mooing. The neighbors said: "My dear,
Is this organic lawn control?" "Hell, no," the priest did say.
"It's our summer solstice sacrifice." ...The neighbors ran away.

Well, the summer solstice ox roast was a blast you couldn't beat.
The coven ate and drank and danced 'til they passed out on their feet.
The uninvited neighbors grumbled: "Where do they think they are?
The nudity and drugs are fine, but that dancing goes too far."

So the neighbors got together, and they said: "These freaks must go.
They must be smoking Mary Jane. We'll tell the sheriff so.
We'll hide our coke and call the law, but first we'll warn them fair.
We'll burn a hot tub on their lawn, to chase them out of there."

So the Earth's fire-breathing daughter sent a message to the town:
"If you don't leave me and mine
Alone, I'll shake your playhouse down."
The neighbors sneered: "Ooh, how uptight! How superstitious, too."
And then they hollered for the law... as liberals always do.

The sheriff of Laid-back County, and all his laid-back men,
Went rolling up the coven's hill – but they never rolled back again,
For the hill did shake and the Earth
Did quake and a mudslide thundered down.
One police car model stereo deck was all that anyone found.

There is a house in north Marin that the locals all ignore,
For since the earthquake hit, it has no neighbors anymore.
But late at night when the moon is bright, there's a fire on the hill
And the sound of pipes and laughter where the coven dances still.