Honduras Lyrics - Gourds

In honduras cotton smoked and burned for days 

To be outdone by guatamala 

To be outdone by texas 

With a pitchfork and a bell 

Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand 

I won't tell her roaches eat my clay sculpture 

I wanna tell her I am headless I am headless 

She's walking on the great bloody dirt down there 

Sleeping in the soft brown ring down there 

Grubby little runners bring her news of me second hand