Dustbowl - Horse Feathers

Viscious are the mouthes she tastes

Wicked are the vowes she breaks

Leaving all her luck to haste

Leaving all her luck to waste

All these things in a box

Where she goes she lays

Leaving all these men tonight

Leaving all these boys to fight

Leaving all her luck to haste

Leaving all her lust to waste

All these things in a box

Where she goes she stops

Hell to all these moneymakers

Lives they won’t mistake

Oh, you knew I loved to hate her

Eyes that won’t debate