"Home, Home, on the range,
Where moon gods don't feel so strange.
And virgins are waiting and billy goats grazing.
and the imams are happy all day..."
Yes, we seemed to be getting along, but phhhtt..
Ah, how fickle is woman!
"Home, Home, on the range,
Where moon gods don't feel so strange.
And virgins are waiting and billy goats grazing.
and the imams are happy all day..."