You were a beauty queen chosen at gunpoint
In a garden of ashtrays and flies
That's what you dream in hotels
As the ice machine dies

On sugarcane fingernails chewing
We're all fermenting, you cry
So you welcome the son's empty promise
And lies

The warm rain invaded your [?]
Each drop seemed as big as an egg
So you watched as they scrambled for cover
Between your legs

You were a beauty queen chosen at gunpoint
In a garden of ashtrays and flies
That's what you dream in hotels
As the ice machine dies


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South American Lullaby song meanings
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