True Love
Exene Cervenka / John Doe
True love
True love
True love
True love is the devils crowbar pulled
Out pulled apart torn apart
By finding out that loneliness
Then you find someone
Who has to stay away
And it pulls apart
Your wishbone
But you get to wish lonliness
Is never the same again
It becomes true love
True love
Is the devils crowbar he uses
It to pry you out of your car
And into the arms of
The devil drives a buick & he sits
Inside and eats lunch and sticks
His pitchfork through the trunk
And into her hair and he pulls out true love
True love
Is the devils crowbar