There is a desert in my mouth complete with tumbleweeds, A billion grains of sand, cactus and coyotes, There is a battlefield in my head complete with cannons and cavalry, Helicopters overhead, and theyre searching for yours truly, Send me the bill for the mess weve made, You survived the renaissance with souvenirs of powdered wigs and Corsets for your cracked ribcage elegant figure, Another living dead ballroom dancer shouting from escapes like Theyve got the answer, come down and well converse, can you help Me determine the measure of my worth, you know that our nightlife, It runs into daylight, Were the type of cats that bring an axe to a knife fight, Its such a scene you second guess your vision, I swear were not dumb we just make bad decisions, So go ahead and get me wrong, Id rather not be gotten right.
complete, corset, cactus, coyote, tumbleweed