Kristin Hersh - Lady Godiva

Weed, California We jump out of the van like we can walk stagnant off Kick dust on our shoes to prove our worth Falling off the deep end Calling the songs our friends Lady Godiva driving naked as the crows over Cowshwitz Her fries and her Coke tipping over Driving off the deep end Calling the cops her friends I heard you say you'd strip down the strip Sun baked, giddy, homing You said that dead land keeps you awake Alive as Lady Godiva Alive as Lady Godiva Weed, California Lost in a sea of tube top Lady Godivas The sun and the road tipping over Laughing off the Cowshwitz crows Shaking off our ghosts I heard you say you'd strip down the strip Sun baked, giddy, homing You said that dead land keeps you awake Alive as Lady Godiva