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