The natives have a name for me but I can't remember what it is
Some fucker took what's mine and now he's acting like she's his
Your shifty friend gave you a cactus for a gift
Oh-oh, oh-oh

Such a stupid offering, what it's meant to symbolize?
A hostile immobility? Is that something to prize?
Floodlights generate a hum, render sleeping some myth of man
Oh-oh, oh-oh

[Chorus]
The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door
This summer's been nothing but rain
Nature is writhing in her own filth again

Took the bus to Plaza de toros on a dare
You cried all through the bullfight and cursed me for taking you there
Riding back in silence to the hostel thinking only
Of the estocadas

[Chorus]
The morning finds me alive with my face pressed in a glass door
This summer's been nothing but rain
Nature is writhing in her own filth again