She’s got more pills
Than problems
She’s got no silhouette
She crawls inside the combine
To smoke her cigarette
She’s caught inside the chorus
Of an old Hank Williams hit
It’s a cold night in the heartland
As her smoke curls up and drifts
As the coyotes crowd the cliffs
(“The Combine” – Dane Sybrant)
Listen to “The Combine” by The Debts here.
