Leslie Fish - The Earth's Fire-Breathing Daughter lyrics

The Earth's Fire-Breathing Daughter came up from Oakland town With her High Priest and her coven, who had good jobs all around. Now where to find a stretch of land, and a good big house therein, Enough to hold them, every one? Where else but Marin! The day that they were moving in, the Welcome Wagon came: 'Twas a guru in a nightshirt, and a wealthy local dame. They murmured, "Groovy, what's your sign?" "Not now," the Priestess said. "Will you help me haul this freezer in?" The couple turned and fled. Next week the Priest went shopping, and he came back with a steer Alive and well and mooing. The neighbors said, "My dear! Is this organic lawn control?" "Hell no," the Priest did say, "It's our Summer Solstice sacrifice!" The neighbors ran away. The Summer Solstice ox-roast was a blast you couldn't beat -- The coven ate and drank and danced 'til they pa**ed out on their feet. The neighbors, peeping through the fence, yelled, "Where d'you think you are? The nudity and gra** are fine -- But the dancing goes too far!" The neighbors got together, and they said "These freaks must go. They must be smoking Mary Jane -- we'll tell the sheriff so! We'll hide our coke and call the Law! But first we'll warn them fair -- Let's burn a hot-tub on their lawn And chase them out of there!" The Earth's Fire-Breathing Daughter sent a message to the town: "If you don't leave me and mine alone, I'll shake your playhouse down!" The neighbors sneered, "Ooh, how uptight! How superstitious, too!" Then they hollered for the Law, As lib'rals always do. The Sheriff of Laidback County, and all his Laidback men, Went rolling up the coven's hill, but then never came back again. For the hills did shake, and the earth did quake, and a mudslide thundered down -- A police-car-model radio deck Was all that anyone found. There is a house in North Marin the locals all ignore, For since the earthquake hit, it has no neighbors any more. But late at night when the moon is bright, there's a fire on the hill, And the sound of pipes and laughter where The coven dances still!