Lord, help me not to grow old
Spread some fairy dust onto my bones
I will not sleep when the day is done
I know she's going to come
Yeah, I know that she will
Sing me your songs and play your drum
The blue moon shines above
Shine on
Lord, help me not to go cold
Inject some pixie dust into my soul
I will not sleep when the day is done
I know he's going to come
Yeah, I know that he will
Sing me your songs and play your drum
The blue moon shines above
Shine on
They talk about the American Dream like it's so fantastical
But it's more like the basement at the Alamo
The true dream, really, is Tiger Lily
Sipping on her herbal tea underneath the almond tree
Old enough to marry me, but if I'd ask she'd disagree
Soon to be a deportee