Honduras 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 Copyright 2000 The Gourds