Lyrics
i asked her to sing in her, fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair, but she said no, bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west, i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up, and there's dead-skin in my bed, under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns, exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down, i refleshed her bones and i built a house of skin, i knocked upon her dog-woman head and let some humour in, under a bomber's moon she pouts, she frowns, exudes a dead-leaf smell and drags me down, and my level up, bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west, i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning, burning, burning, burning, and there's dead-skin in my bed, i asked her to sing in her, fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair, but she said, but she said no, bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west, i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning, burning, burning, burning, and there's dead-skin in my bed, in my bed, in my bed, sleepy head
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Artist: hunters & collectors