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
Hunters And Collectors - Everythings on Fire Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: JOHN MELVILLE LEE ARCHER, DOUGLAS JAMES FALCONER, JOHN ALBERT HOWARD, ROBERT DAVID MILES, MARK JEREMY SEYMOUR, JEREMY STUART SMITH, MICHAEL BERNARD WATERS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Performed By: Hunters And Collectors
From Album: Human Frailty
Written by: JOHN MELVILLE LEE ARCHER, DOUGLAS JAMES FALCONER, JOHN ALBERT HOWARD, ROBERT DAVID MILES, MARK JEREMY SEYMOUR, JEREMY STUART SMITH, MICHAEL BERNARD WATERS
Year: 1986