Gourds: Honduras Lyrics

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 wont tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture

I wanna tell her I am headless I am headless

Shes 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

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