[Lyric] Even Cowgirls Get The Blues (DeadDeadDeath)

Blame the wind for your swinging hips. And while you're at it, blame the farmer for his sturdy oak. Hang in there, kiddo. We'll lick each other's wounds like envelopes. What's the point of amputation when I'm sure the cancer has spread to other extremities? The whooping cranes won't know your swan dance