Sordid Humor - Lolita lyrics

tell me something, it's too hot to be here there are no trees along this river bed there's just a house with dogs and pictures of dead indians tell me something, it's too hot to be here sticks and stones are the color of your skin There's a rabbit den and pictures of dead indians and it smells like razor blades I've been dead for days tell me something, it's too hot to be here seems like I've been walking with just the river talking, only time goes by only the days go by, I'm no longer walking I'm no longer walking, no longer walking and it smells like razor blades I've been dead for days God bless Lolita for taking it all away God bless Lolita, Lolita