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 refleshed her bones and 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 no  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