Saint Mary

Blanket me sweet nurse

And keep me from burnin'

I must get back to the woods dear girls

I must get back to the woods

In the bloody elevator

Rising for their first cup of tea of the day

When does sky turn into space

And air into wind?

The only things I really need

Is water, a gun, and rabbits

Let me rest my fevered cheek

Upon your warm sweet bellies

In the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now

Come on boys

Please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs

And moss on my back