In Honduras cotton smoked and burned for days
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To be outdone by Guatamala
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To be outdone by Texas
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With a pitchfork and a bell
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Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
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I won't tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture
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I wanna tell her I am headless I am headless
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She's walking on the great bloody dirt down there
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Sleeping in the soft brown ring down there
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Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand
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Honduras
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