I'll take a bouchee or two.nThat'll leave six or seven for you.nOld Rhodes coming down the hill,nTo civilize the uncivilizable.nnI remember a Matador.nI was looking for the doornTo the shithouse burning down,nIn this shithouse, shithole town.nnThere's no gold up in these hills,nBut we'll the mine the fuck out of them still.nThis old town's growing young,nWith every new single teenage mom.nnI remember a Matador,nI was looking for the doornTo the shithouse burning down,nIn this shithouse, shithole town.nnYour eyes are growing white,nThat's all that I can see.nRemember: praise the LordnWhile you're butchering me.