Here's a prayer for the body buried by the interstate
Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women hear the washboard rhythm
In their bosom when they say
Give me good legs
And a Japanese car, show me a road
Sing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbank
A well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the brain
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all day
Give me a juggernaut heart
And a Japanese car and someone to free me
Say something for the body buried like a keepsake
Mother of million mouths with the very same name
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women tell the weather
But never ever tell you what they pray, they pray
Give me a yellow brick road
And a Japanese car and benevolent change