There was a Minutemen poster handing on the wall, and   Fast food bags and cigarette wrappers laying on the table   There was a Mexican painting hanging in the hall   And her clothes laid all around, her underwear and bras too   There was a smashed vacuum cleaner in the kitchen, and bottle and dishes   There was a broken TV next to one that was on was a bong, and handcuffs and mail that hadn't been opened in weeks   And swollen eyes, and pulled back hair, and rail thin arms   And there was a plastic Matador light that hung from over head   Covering up all stains and time      If it can have you   Then Christ, why can't I have you