My love is like a powder keg
My love is like a powder keg
In the corner of an empty warehouse
Somewhere just outside of town
About to burn down
My love is like a Cuban plane
My love is like a Cuban plane
Flying from Havana
Up the Florida coast to the 'Glades
Soviet made
My love is like the border between Greece and Albania
My love is like the border between Greece and Albania
Trucks loaded down with weapons
Crossing over every night
Moon yellow and bright
There is a shortage in the blood supply
But there is no shortage of blood
The way I feel about you baby can’t explain it
You got the best of my love