Well I ain't got a dollar and I ain't got a dime
But this fire in my chest, that's mine, all mine
Try to take it away, in my skin it should stay
For the girl with the feather in her hair
Well I ain't got a poem and I ain't got a prayer
Got nothing to say so I just smoke and stare
The sun it'll boil on my skin as I stand
For the girl with the poem in her hand
For the girl with the poem in her hand
Play me a tune, let the music just croon from the window
Don't turn it down
Let the fleas and the flies crawl over us now
As we watch while it all goes down
See those clouds turning red
That's the girl with the fire in her hair
Now I never had seen such a beautiful scene
She can't haul the jewels that she found on the beach
So I watch from afar as my eyes turn to stone
And I watched her just lying all alone
The girl with the diamonds in her bow
And I long for an end, born a mule and all (?)
But you know what they say, we all die alone
In my heart she's going everywhere that I go
Down in my grave she's there
The girl with the feather in her hair
Play me a tune, let the music just croon from the window
Don't turn it down
Let the fleas and the flies crawl over us now
As we watch while it all goes down
See those clouds turning red
That's the girl with the fire in her hair