Margalee - Making Love to Me Lyrics

While the world is falling apart
From fascism and overpopulation

There you are making love to me

While cows are sent to slaughter where blood sprays
Violence against the white cloak
Of the underpaid immigrant worker
Like the impromptu paintings
You made in art school

There you are making love to me

While black snakes cut through the Dakotas and Iowa
While we wonder where the prairie went
Those purple coneflowers with the dark-orangey centers
They would stare at us
Do you remember how they would stare at us
From the highway laughing?
Ha...
Don't you wish you could laugh?
Ha...

There you are making love to me

Yes, they have deep roots
They're a native species
They go down, down, down...
While up top that flower blooms, blooms, blooms
A crown, crown, crown
And there you are, making love to me!