You were a beauty queen chosen at gunpoint
In a garden of ashtrays and flies
That's what you dream in hotel rooms
As the ice machine dies
On sugar cane fingernails, chewin'
We're all fermenting, you cry
So you welcome the sun's empty promise
And lies
The warm rain invaded your slicker
Each drop seemed as big as an egg
So you watched as they scrambled for cover
Between your legs
You were a beauty queen chosen at gunpoint
In a garden of ashtrays and flies
That's what you dream in hotel rooms
As the ice machine dies