Los Banditos
Lydia Lunch
Slipping seething living breathing
Ghost on my mind
Ponder flounder searching tersely
His cowboy eyes
Snidely grinding slowly winding
Knots in my hair
Creepy weepy slowly seeping
Fear what's not there
Writhing hiding coinciding
Sunburnt it died
Lie inside and cowboy riding
Ghost in my mind
Bribing begging borrow stealing
Lines on his face
Ripping wretching yelping yanking
Hairs out a place
Ceiling squealing tersely reading
Lies in his eyes
Feelings reeling barely seeing
Nailed the wood scratched
Snidely grinding slowly winding
Knots in my hair
Creepy weepy slowly seeping
Fear what's not there
