Lyric Honduras

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 bloody dirt down there

Sleeping in the soft brown ring down there

Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand