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
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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