Drunken Poet’s Dream The Band of Heathens

[Verse 1]
I got a woman who's wild as Rome
She likes bein' naked and gazed upon
She crosses a bridge and sets it on fire
She lands like a bird on a telephone wire

[Chorus]
I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with 'gasoline'
A drunken poet's dream

[Verse 2]
There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
A few paperback books by Louis L'Amour
Whisky bottles scattered like last night's clothes
With cigarettes and papers and Oreos

[Verse 3]
My harmonica's got a busted reed
My lips are chapped, about to bleed
She says that's nothing, when she was a kid
She danced with the Dead at the pyramids

[Chorus]
I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
A drunken poet's dream