Windmills And Wheatfields 가사

I go to Holland once a year I fly into Schipol Check into the Melk Hotel unpack two shirts Walk on down to the Red Light District Ten blocks to the Angel Parlor I ask for Heidi Step into Heidi?s room we don?t speak She cuts o ff all my clothes with a silver bayonet Then she straps me up on a giant wheel mounted on the wall She spins me with her hands and she eats me with her mouth As I look out the window at rows of perfect?. Windmills Rows of perfect windmills Windmills Perfect, wooden windmills Heidi comes here once a year flies into the Black Hills checks into the Wolf Hotel unpacks two skirts Walks half a mile down the trail to cabin seven She taps on my window Heidi steps into my room We don?t speak I cut off all her clothes with a straight edge razor She gets down on all fours and straps on a crotch-less pony suit I dig my spurs into her legs I clutch my fingers in her mane She stares out the window at miles of perfect Wheat fields Miles of perfect wheat fields Wheat fields perfect, golden Windmills Rows of perfect windmills Wheat fields perfect, golden windmills (Refrain)