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
And 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
Who flew with love
He would fly high above
Look back at her below

Oh Saline, only seventeen
Swollen up with pride
Oh Saline, under desert's skies
She's a bromide
She makes green fire
In a tunnel of thorns
And she's got yellow eyes

She'd cook alone amid a brutal ruin
It's hard to tell exactly what she's doin'
An incantation and a crow flew in
Oooooh Oooooh
And then she took a taste
The black crow looked into her face
Saline the Salt Lake Queen

Oooooh, oooooh
Oh Saline, the desert queen

Oh Saline, only seventeen
Swollen up with pride
Oh Saline, under desert's skies
She's a bromide
She makes green fire
In a tunnel of thorns
And she's got yellow eyes