Breeders - The She lyrics

Ripped off You smoked the Bible, rolled it up Your last breath, hot on my back You get started Try to get somewhere You move so slow You're not even near Dear traveler Dear traveler It's my d**h My rhythm, my arithmetic I got used to Nobody ridin' in the back Sorrow blowin' through the veins I'm over Houston You're over the night we met You're over the night we met Dear traveler Dear traveler The she, scared electricity Where no human carries a map You say you gotta burn to shine But every prism unwinds A road to ruin and this tickets mine Dear traveler Dear traveler Dear traveler Dear traveler