Raging to the cries of slugs
She's talkin' to the cries of city bugs
Wonder what she might have heard
When lingering with the poet thugs
Often I can see her cabin on the dried-out riverbank
And I see what for lunch she's havin', and so it's a tighter fate
Mary, Mary my deadly foe
Feathered and tarred from head to toe
We can't do our cheap tricks, we wait for you
We're always sure to walk behind your shadow
Make it rise beneath the burning sky
And if it evеr shatters on a corner
Just be glad it wasn't you this timе
Just be glad, just be glad, just be glad, just be glad
Mother of the glowing spheres
She wanders through a mist of ears
Decompose and slowly die
Lovers make me love her spine
The church bells ring, but she don't go
Keeping the bell in some lonesome soul
The concrete gears have cut the doors
She comes to dance with [?]
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When I burn, will you regret the fire?
Will you miss my lonely enterprise?
Dig me out, extinguish my repulsion
And just be glad it wasn't you this time
Just be glad, just be glad, just be glad, just be glad, just be glad, just be glad, just be glad
One night when all the trees are flat
And I'm a giant, and I'm nearly dead
I go to her window and whisper her chant