Disfigured Cowboy

Disfigured cowboy

Mirror in pieces

Hold the receiver

Trace the police

station lines

to my number.

Number my reasons

for this paranoia

for these accusations.

My fear of the numbers

paired off like lovers who add together

so I can remember

the name of my nation.

Disfigured cowboy go

back to Alabama.

You've gone out of your head.

Get in your battered Mustang.

In the back seat will be your bag.

Disfigured cowboy

Pale denim phantom

If I could just piece together ransom

I would buy back the youth that

clung tight to your temples.

It was chased from his bedroom

It chased from his candles

By fear of the numbers

Paired off like lovers

and add it together

so I can remember

my face of my station.

Disfigured cowboy the

floor just won't support you.

You fall through the room.

Get in your battered Mustang.

In the back seat will be your tomb.

Well I rode into Buffalo

and I found a motel room

and tried to escape you.

The phone line wouldn't go through.

I looked in the mirror

and I saw your coward staring out.

I didn't recognize your eyes, your mouth,

or anything other that concerned me now.

Oh I thought you were my friend

The coward in the mirror

The coward at the bed

Now don't come any nearer

Oh I thought you were my hero

Now I beg you to go

back into the shadows.

Go back inside my bed.

Pull your features back together

Smash the mirror when you're dead.