The Breeders

The Breeders - Doe

Trumpets
Da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Ahhh...
Tripping
I walk to where he's sitting
It's all salty
It's all salty
He knows
It's good, it's real, it's pretty

It's so salty, Tammy
It's so salty, Tammy
It's so salty, Tammy

He said doe, doe, doe

Dead leave
We've burned the field completely
Ahhh...
Last light
I feel it's real, it's pretty

It's so salty, Tammy
It's so salty, Tammy
It's so salty, Tammy