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 made was cake
But 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 ingredient that she could pour
Into a chalice she carved out of stone
Her only friend, it was a big black crow
That flew with love
He would fly high above
Then look back at her below

Oh, Saline
Only seventeen
Swollen up with pride

Oh, Saline
Under desert skies
She's a bromide

She makes green fire in a tunnel of thorns
And she's got yellow eyes

She cook alone amid a brutal ruin
It's hard to tell exactly what she's doin
An incantation, then the crow flew in
Ooh
And then she took a taste
The black crow looked into her face
Saline, the salt lake queen

Oh, Saline, the desert queen

Oh, Saline
Only seventeen
Swollen up with pride

Oh, Saline
Under desert skies
She's a bromide

She makes green fire in a tunnel of thorns
And she's got yellow eyes