Oh, the woman in blue, she's asking for revenge
The man in white, that's you, says he has no friends
The river is swollen up with rusty cans
And the trees are burning in your promised land
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon your vines
And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mines
And there are no diamonds in the mines
Well you tell me that your lover has a broken limb
You say you're kinda restless and it's on account of him
Well I saw the man in question, it was just the other night
He was beating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes your the vines
And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mines
And there are no diamonds in the mines
Oh there is no comfort in the cover of the witch
Some very clever doctor went and sterilized the b**h
And the only man of energy, yes the revolutions pride
He trained a hundred women just to k** an unborn child
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon your vines
And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore
And there are no diamonds in the mines
And there are no diamonds in the mines