Though she weeps on some dirty sheets in some moldy sh**hole… outside Abilene… Route 20's stench swells in my soul… I feel so old… my whole damn stay… We've been driving through this piss/sting rain She's been starving… those bars they carved in… now with a king of boars… I'll watch and cower now… like I was drawn up big… such a plastic who*e… Though she bleeds… know that I've bled through years… These crooked mountains have served up some dirty fears… do you still think of me?