Text: Tori Amos. Beulah Land.

Beulah land, got a wasted gun, licorice man,
I'll sum you up thumbs up, got something in that sand.
Beulah girl, you been hitchin' me up.

Got some candy and a sweet sing, gim'me religion and a lobotomy.
Beulah land- you beautiful whore,
Tell me when I don't need you anymore,


And said, that somewhere you're gonna get something here,
So you're right in the middle and then I'm you.
Something is coming back again, I said, you..., maybe I don't wanna go,
Wanna go to live where you're not, and so,


Beulah Land, gonna find me a worm, a place to bathe this body on down.
Got a rubber board and a crocodile, gonna float on past your home.
An say... when... just say when, just say when...