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