| Song | Dustbowl |
| Artist | Horse Feathers |
| Album | Words Are Dead |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |