The Band Of Heathens - Drunken Poet's Dream lyrics

I got a woman who's wild as Rome
She likes bein' naked and gazed upon
She crosses a bridge and sets it on fire
She lands like a bird on a telephone wire

I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with 'gasoline'
A drunken poet's dream

There's some money on the table and
A pistol on the floor
A few paperback books by Louis L'Amour
Whisky bottles scattered like
Last night's clothes
With cigarettes and papers and Oreos

My harmonica's got a busted reed
My lips are chapped, about to bleed
She says that's nothing, when she was a kid
She danced with the Dead at the pyramids

I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
A drunken poet's dream

Now I'll never pay back my student loans
Smelling like Coors and cheap cologne
She tells me not to worry about Judgment Day
She says dyin' to get to
Heaven's just not our way

I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
A drunken poet's dream
A drunken poet's dream

I got a woman who's wild as Rome
She likes bein' naked and gazed upon