The town where she was born, like town where I was born was built by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures.
Like me she feels [bad word] in the clothing of her ancestors.
"It's not easy," she would say, dipping her fingers into the ashtray, "It's not easy to erase your blood."

Rock me now  [bad word] on, sing with me)
in the arms of cobwebs
Roll me out in the arms of cobwebs

Once she found a man to treasure and together they'd planted flowers of warning, fearing frost.
Late on the shallow evenings while their enemies slept, they hammered the soil asking for answers in green. 
His value declined when he offered his name. Why did he offer?

His value declined when he offered his name.
(Ah ah ah ah ah)
His value declined when he offered his name. 

When she was 7 years old she saw a man get shot but, no one came for a long time because it happened in a remote parking lot in Las Vegas.
And she was waiting for her mom [bad word] back from working the blackjack table at the Circus Circus casino.
And that night her mom said that the two of them and the now dead guy were the only 3 people who ever really lived in Las Vegas.
Everybody else just arrived, ate [bad word] shrimp [bad word]  and left.

Rock me now in the arms of cobwebs
(It's a one room city, yeah)
Roll me out in the arms of cobwebs
(So can you roll with me?)
His value declined when he offered his name.

It's a one room city the wall to wall to wall to wall goes to street to street to street