She been preachin', we call it caterwaul
He lays cement, up 'round near Ithaca
We done left alone, we gon' buy, pocketful of marigold
We gon' hear about the time Slick got stoned way down in Mexico
Remember the masquerade?
This was the time that Billy's state of grace fell willingly we prayed
In the vale we came alive, becoming diamonds in its eyes
The dirt gon' sip until we're dry, but I ain't dry.
She believes in the story of the devil in the woods
The shrill silence the promises of quiet violence
"Now honey," she laughed, "I see there's fear beneath those eyelid.
Keep sayin' and prayin' that you don't know just what I'm making."
Transcend my friend going way back when
This was just another wood, like all of the rest
It don't sleep, it don't weep for the dead
Souls pass over unfound
We can live forever in the ground.
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