State of Love and Trust

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the wat

State of love and trust As I busted down the pretext Sin still plays and preaches, But to half an empty court, oh And the signs are passin', Grip the wheel, can't read 'em Sacrifice receiving the smell That's on my hands, hands, yeah And I listen for