In a prehistoric dried up lake,

a million years after the last earthquake,

there lived a little girl who loved to bake.

The only thing she'd make was cake,

and all she used was salt

That's all she had, it's not her fault.

Saline the Salt Lake Queen



She used a rudimental substance for

an ingrediant that she could pour

into a chalice she carved out of stone.

her only friend, it was a big black crow

who flew with love,

he would fly high above,

look back at her below.



Oh Saline, only seventeen

swollen up with pride.

Oh Saline, under desert's skies

She's a bromide.

She makes green fire

In a tunnel of thorns

and she's got yellow eyes.



She'd cook alone amid a brutal ruin

It's hard to tell exactly what she's doing.

An incantation and a crow flew in

Oooooh Oooooh

And then she took a taste

The black crow looked into her face

Saline the Salt Lake Queen



Oooooh, oooooh

Oh Saline, the desert queen



Oh Saline, only seventeen

swollen up with pride.

Oh Saline, under desert's skies

She's a bromide.

She makes green fire

in a tunnel of thorns

and she's got yellow eyes.