Martyred, my Deere, though I spend my days in cultivation:
Peas.
Distempered me—martyred, my love.
You've upset me—martyred my Deere.

Blown the head off, you silly girl, look what you've done:
Your foot stick? You revved the shit out of it.
Take a look and you see engine parts all around you,
Silly girl.

Take a good look around you,
Take a good look around you to see
That useless piece. To them I'll speak: Tappet Brothers—
Silly boys.

Blown the bands out, you silly girl, look what you've done:
Your foot stick? You revved the shit out of it
Take a look and see transmission parts all around you,
City girl.

Martyred, my Deere. Yes, you have filled me with perturbation;
Peace
Will elude me—martyred, my love.
You've upset me—martyred my Deere.