Saline the Salt Lake Queen

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.