you stand there like the Venus de Milo

sharpshooter on the plains

golden dreams of yesterday

standing buck naked in the rain

forgotten vows of yesteryear

I can't forget anymore

you hold me down and I try to breathe

the towel is laying on the floor

gold diggers and their social lives

one more nail in your head

try to remember that I said this to you

you won't remember cause you're dead

and I can hear your body breathing