Tania – Camper Van Beethoven – letras

Oh, my beloved TaniaHow I long to see your facePhotographed in fifteen second intervalsIn a bank in San LeandroA Polaroid of you, CinqueWith a seven-headed dragonIn a house in Daly CityDon’t be sad, my beloved TaniaThey say your father never liked Stephen Weed anywayHired a detectiveTo follow him aroundOh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheartI can see your newsprint face turn yellow in the gutterIt makes me sadHow I long for the days when you came to liberate us from boredomFrom driving around from five to seven in the eveningMy beloved Tania,We carry your gun deep within our heartsFor no better reason than our lives have no meaning