[Verse 1]
Onion lady blows her precious prose
And so it goes
Kisses to the crying cooks
Their beaks in books with baited hooks

[Chorus]
And days away from your army
And spend with whimsy kings and slaves
A girl of God becomes a cash power
A catalog of garden and grave

[Verse 2]
Traveller's diagram
For where I am, from where I am
Strip the provisional codes and overloads
It all explodes

[Chorus]
And days away from your army
And spend with whimsy kings and slaves
A girl of God becomes a cash flower
A catalog of gardens and gray