Paroles: Throwing Muses. In A Doghouse. And A She-wolf After The War.

so it's cowboys in flying colors riding home
leave my tears alone it's too funny
it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
(waste of time now I don't want cold, lonely)
ride by side down the road
and a she-wolf (my face one more square)
don't be afraid, it's my road once more alone
I can see them riding over the hills
cowboy hats are back in, this is the future, after the war
and I don't eat anymore, this is your future
it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray

(Frank Lloyd Wright, try to sleep under a dome under the sky)
side by side down the road
it's my road, once more alone
as a warm gun
thanking her (she makes me dangerous)
blood on our teeth
ready?