There was a Minutemen poster handing on the wall, and Fast food bags and cigarette wrappers laying on the table There was a Mexican painting hanging in the hall And her clothes laid all around, her underwear and bras too There was a smashed vacuum cleaner in the kitchen, and bottle and dishes There was a broken TV next to one that was on was a bong, and handcuffs and mail that hadn't been opened in weeks And swollen eyes, and pulled back hair, and rail thin arms And there was a plastic Matador light that hung from over head Covering up all stains and time If it can have you Then Christ, why can't I have you