Standing outside on a kitchen floor    Love utensils in the palm of her hand    Saluting supermarket majorettes    We understand    Oh muzak for digital clocks    Departmental stores, vacate no sound    Exchanging surgical appliances    On hired ground       And love blows through Rhodesia    And love blows through Rhodesia       Soldierettes marching in the parking lot    Bleach your body    Be proof to the fact    Moving out in all directions    And turning back       Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam    Masturbated over jilted bouquets    Approximation's counting on a freight line    We pull away       And love blows through Rhodesia    And love blows through Rhodesia       Oh, Nazis in full attack    Burning niggers in a cotton field    Service stations offer promises    And promises offer me       And love blows through Rhodesia    And love blows through Rhodesia