Disfigured cowboy
Mirror in pieces
Hold the receiver
Trace the police station
Line to my number
And number my reasons
For this paranoia
For these accusations
My fear of the numbers
Paired off like lovers
And added together
So I can't remember
My name or my nation
Disfigured cowboy
Go back to Alabama
You've gone out of your head
Get in your battered Mustang
And the back seat will be your bed
Disfigured cowboy
Pale denim phantom
If I could just piece together the ransom
I would buy back the youth that
Clung tight to your temples
It was chased from his bedroom
It chased from his candles
By fear of the numbers
Paired off like lovers
And added together
So I can't remember
My face or my station
Disfigured cowboy
The floor just won't support you
You hover through the room
Get in your battered Mustang
And the back seat will be your tomb
Well I rode into Buffalo
And I found a hotel room
And tried to escape you
But the phone line wouldn't go through
I looked in the mirror
And I saw you, cowboy, staring out
I didn't recognize your eyes, your mouth
Or any of the words that come tumbling out
Oh I thought you were my friend
Cowboy in the mirror
The cowboy that was dead
Now don't come any nearer
Oh I thought you were my hero
Now I'm begging you to go
Back into the shadows
The black beside my bed
Pull your features back together
Smash the mirror and you're dead
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