I heard about the trouble down on the farm.
They say they lost all the white horses and half of the corn.
Woman of the house, she came screaming into town.
Said, sister why go crying when you can watch it all burn down?
And sit here deraming of our Hawaiian Island World.
A preacher said his church has been empty 2 Sundays in a row.
I said "Father, please forgive them for they do not what they know.
Being called on by the devil, you're man from down below.
They've traded their free will for a part in Satan's show.
And they don't hear the screaming of a dying virgin girl.
They just sit there wanting their Hawaiian Island world."
A shopkeeper from Illinois came round a freshly fired gun in his hand.
Said he'd just shot a young poet for writing something he didn'tunderstand.
Gone were the lines that he longed to forget.
Safer the folklore the truth would upset.
WIth God right behind him, and his gun by his side,
There was nowhere for these weirdos to run or to hide.
The day of their judgment was due to arrrive.
Get them on the rcord and make sure they don't survive,
And we can all sit watching our Hawaiian Island World.
Don't wake me, cause I'm dreaming of my Hawaiian Island World.
I just made love to my Hawaiian Island Girl.
Writer(s): Karl Edmond De Vere Wallinger
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