Where the Fireworks Are

Where the Fireworks Are
 2007 Julie Christensen Stone Cupid Music BMI & Joe Woodard, Would-Be Publishing ASCAP

Between my thighs
Is all my country
And what I prize.
The tender land
And all the promise
In your eyes.
I'm asking you to go
Where the fireworks are
Just this one more time
Kiss me before you go
Between my thighs

Between their teeth
They lie and give no choice
They're just playing with
The girls and the boys.
They're so in love
With the sound of their own voice
They're just praying for
The oil and the toys.
They're asking death to go
Where the fireworks are
Just this one more time
Kiss me before you go
Between my thighs.

I am the fruited plain
That holds the mother-love
I am the purple mountain
Smiling from above
Kiss me
Before you go
Between my Thighs -- Oh.

Between the lines
I see bloody water...
I want to cry.
There is no land
Of sons and daughters
In my sky.

Where is the fruited plain?
Where is the mother-love?
Between the purple mountain
And a molotov
Kiss me before you go
Between my thighs