Burkina Faso Lover

See that man with the (?),
General Locus’ favorite number two,
If you want to get somewhere,
He’s who you go through

I was revered for my American shoes,
This hotel has none of the amenities that I’m used to,
But I like it!
Yes, I tell myself I like it,
It must be true,
It must be true

Having whiskey with my merry men,
Fanning yourself with a bamboo fan,
Praying we don’t end up in a windowless van

I was almost killed for my American shoes,
This hotel has none of the varieties of booze that I’m used to,
But I like it!
Yes, I tell myself I like it,
And you do, too!
And you do, too!

See that lady with the bloody heart?
She’s General Locus’ favorite saucy tart,
Her eyes will blind you and you’ll, you’ll fall apart!

They don’t care about what’s in your heart, 
They don’t care about what’s in you,
I designed my own death-womb too,
But I like it!

I love her,
I love her,
My Burkina Faso lover