Cactus Country

The school kids make me shake
'Cause I lost my sense of place
Out the window on a whim
Could never get back in
Back seats of the train
Fighting for the sake
Bound to agitate
And overcompensate
I can’t see the flames
No, I can’t hear no bells
Stench of a dying rose
But I lost my sense of smell
I get a vision
My body’s bursting at the seams
I got the feeling
That my fear and loathing
Is the key, the key, the key, the key
I’m not your concubine anymore
I’m not a rabid, a rabid dog
Don’t turn a cup of blood
Into wine, into wine, into
I can’t see the flames
No, I can’t hear no bells
Stench of a dying rose
But I lost my sense of smell
I get a vision
My body’s bursting at the seams
I got the feeling
That my fear and loathing
Is the seed, the seed, the seed, the seed
I’m not your concubine anymore
I’m not a rabid, a rabid dog
Don’t turn a cup of blood
Into wine, into wine, into