You've bought an old dress from 79
and the coal is burning up all the time.
There's nothing to lose and nothing to find in the dust land,
baby,
I will make you mine.
In the dust land, baby, I will make you mine.
Now
you're sitting at the military fair
and they're cutting off all your hair.
You look at me with a thousand yards staring.
You tell me, baby, take me anywhere.
The water's gone and the
radio's silent and we are laying bathing in the moonlight.
Keep me ringing when my river runs dry.
In the dust land, baby, I will make you mine.
In the dust land,
baby, I will make you mine.
In the dust land, baby, I will make you mine.
