The 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 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