Standing outside on a kitchen floor Love utensils in the palm of her hand Saluting supermarket majorettes We understand Oh muzak for digital clocks Departmental stores, vacate no sound Exchanging surgical appliances On hired ground And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia Soldierettes marching in the parking lot Bleach your body Be proof to the fact Moving out in all directions And turning back Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam Masturbated over jilted bouquets Approximation's counting on a freight line We pull away And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia Oh, Nazis in full attack Burning n******gs in a cotton field Service stations offer promises And promises offer me And love blows through Rhodesia And love blows through Rhodesia