I asked her to sing in her
Fish-roar voice with her
Lions-mane hair, but she said
NO!

Bend me like a long-horn and
Ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning up
And there's dead skin in my bed
Under a bomber's moon
She pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-leaf smell and
Drags me down
I re-fleshed her bones and I
I built a house of skin
I knocked upon her dog-woman head and
Let some humour in

Under a bomber's moon
She pouts, she frowns
Exudes a dead-leaf smell
And drags me down, and my level up
Bend me like a long-horn and
Ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead skin in my bed
I asked her to sing in her
Fish-roar voice with her
Lions-mane hair
But she said
But she said
But she said
But she said
NO!
[Repeat]

Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west
I'm burning up, I'm burning up, I'm burning, burning, burning, burning
And there's dead skin in my bed
In my bed
In my bed, sleepy head