In Honduras cotton smoked and burned for days
To be outdone by Guatamala
To be outdone by Texas
With a pitchfork and a bell
Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
I won't tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture
I wanna tell her I am headless I am headless
She's walking on the great b***** dirt down there
Sleeping in the soft brown ring down there
Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
To be outdone by Guatamala
To be outdone by Texas
With a pitchfork and a bell
Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
I won't tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture
I wanna tell her I am headless I am headless
She's walking on the great b***** dirt down there
Sleeping in the soft brown ring down there
Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand