Heliotrope

Heliotrope my love

Her face to the heavens

Her petals all around her dial

Her shadow follows her

It looks like a seven

-- And I'm as loaded as a gun --

She worships the sun

She worships the sun

I lie beneath the ground

My eyes are unseeing

My name is gone from all the files

The tombs are shimmering

Deep into her being

It could be lethal

But it's fun

She worships the sun

She worships the sun

She worships the sun

She's full of happy beans

No shadow within her

Your paranoia makes her smile

And when the cat's head grins

She's ready for dinner:

You know you're gonna be the one!

She worships the sun

She worships the sun

She worships the sun

I said now

She worships the sun