Camper Van Beethoven Tania lyrics

Camper Van Beethoven
Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart
Tania
Oh, my beloved Tania
How I long to see your face
Photogragraphed in fifteen second intervals
Vaults in a bank in San Leandro
A Polaroid of you and Cinque
With a seven-headed dragon
In a house in Daly City

Don't be sad, my beloved Tania
They say your father never liked Steven Weed anyway
Hired a detective

To follow him around

Oh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheart
I can see your newsprint face turn yellow in the gutter
It makes me sad
How I long for the days when you came to liberate us from boredom
from driving around from the hours between five to seven in the evening
My beloved Tania,
We carry your gun deep within our hearts
For no better reason than our lives have no meaning
And we want to be on television