Lydia Lunch Los Banditos
Slipping seething living breathing
Ghosts on my mind
Pounder flounder searching tersely
His cowboy eyes
Snidely grinding slowly winding
Knots in my hair
Creepy weepy slowly seeping
Fear what's not there
Writing hiding coinciding
Sunburnt it died
Lie inside and cowboy riding
Ghosts on my mind
Bribing begging borrow stealing
Lines on his face
Ripping wretching yelping naked
Hairs out a place
Ceilings 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
