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The Gourds Lyrics
"Honduras"

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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
This song is from the album "Dem's Good Beeble".