Windmills And Wheatfields

I go to Holland once a year

I fly into Schipol

Check into the Melk Hotel

unpack two shirts

Walk on down to the Red Light District

Ten blocks to the Angel Parlor

I ask for Heidi

Step into Heidi?s room

we don?t speak

She cuts o

ff all my clothes

with a silver bayonet

Then she straps me up on a giant wheel

mounted on the wall

She spins me with her hands

and she eats me with her mouth

As I look out the window

at rows of perfect?.

Windmills

Rows of perfect windmills

Windmills

Perfect, wooden windmills

Heidi comes here once a year

flies into the Black Hills

checks into the Wolf Hotel

unpacks two skirts

Walks half a mile down the trail

to cabin seven

She taps on my window

Heidi steps into my room

We don?t speak

I cut off all her clothes

with a straight edge razor

She gets down on all fours

and straps on a crotch-less pony suit

I dig my spurs into her legs

I clutch my fingers in her mane

She stares out the window

at miles of perfect

Wheat fields

Miles of perfect wheat fields

Wheat fields

perfect, golden

Windmills

Rows of perfect windmills

Wheat fields

perfect, golden windmills

(Refrain)