Dustbowl

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