Buffalo Bill

While she’s the maid in the masquerade
I’m the employee asleep at the factory

I hear she combs her hair with fallen kings

And I swear that I dream of her
dreaming of me

I always fall into

those oily things.

We found some money in a creek bed
And for a little hand lock I let her keep the lot

She’s so…
easily bought.



Where the hell could that money have ended up?
Coiled in the bootlace of some strung-out whore
Or spent on a pillow for the living room floor
She will smash and cry to avoid an overdue charge
But she’ll spin a pretty penny for a cowgirl ride

You’re just a baby.

Go on – cry.

So, when the lotion is lowered for your daily meal

(And pray that day be near)

I’ll be dangling my feet over the side of the well.
Asking, “Where’d you go?”
In my new coat, I’ll ask, “Where’d all that pretty skin go?”