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Out on the road I met a butterfly She had a fantastic wingspan, almost two feet wide She'd recently been injured and she could not fly So she asked me if she could bum a ride In the old shell of her chrysalis she carried her things She tossed it in the back and stretched her beautiful wings She sat there next to me with her front legs on the dashboard Those wings folded behind her and her little head cocked forward She told me her story, a price was on her head This bastard entomologist pursued her live or dead He'd vowed to hunt her down as there was a large reward He'd captured her and drugged her and nailed her to a board Her escape was narrow, she'd torn through her own wing SongtexteShe saw my look of horror and she started to sing "I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined" Well, I see, I said. But not all men are violent I'm not a violent man myself She laughed and said try not to get too attached to me 'Cause soon I will be well and I will fly away from thee One night when we had stopped into a diner for a meal She laughed and laughed about the plastic flowers on the tables I started seeing through her eyes the passing desert scenery She watched the birds and tumbleweeds With fondness and with envy We came across some sad road kill, a beautiful coyote She sighed her butterfly sigh and once again sang softly: "I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined" Next morning as I came out of a Texaco station, I saw she wasn't at the car, and I figured she had run Then I heard her high squeal and I heard his low laughter "You'll never out run me" he said, "you are the girl I'm after." I chased down the sound to the side of the station, She was cornered between the wall and a soda machine I moved as if by instinct, I did it without thought I clipped him and I kicked him And I grabbed him 'round the throat I pinned him to the wall and his eyes were bulging wide I said if there's a next time I will see YOU crucified With this I released him and he crumpled to the ground The butterfly was gone again when I turned around But then her little song drew our attention to the sky Though with a certain lack of grace she had begun to fly That was the last I saw of her, she never said goodbye She just flapped off and disappeared While singing with a sigh "I'm going to a no man's land Because men and violence are intertwined" Aus Songtexte Mania