Dustbowl Lyrics

Viscious are the mouthes she tastes.
Wicked are the vowes she breaks.
Leaving all her luck to haste.
Leaving all her luck to waste.
All these things in a box,
where she goes she lays.

Leaving all these men tonight,
leaving all these boys to fight.
Leaving all her luck to haste.
Leaving all her l*** to waste.
All these things in a box,
where she goes she stops.

Hell to all these moneymakers.
Lives they won't mistake.
Oh, you knew I loved to hate her.
Eyes that won't debate.