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.