He's got a lovely sound
But he won't even tell us he's here
Leaves are falling all around
We'll cradle the baby for another year
Then we'll put him in the ground
Sail all the way across the hemisphere
Tulip'll spring out of the mound
Cold claw of crimson for a souvenir
Gracie went missing in the meat house
She walked through the jungle and the big black doors
When she came out she was on all fours
Stung by the spores from the underground tree
Sam said 'Gracie, will you marry me?'
And Gracie said, 'Baby, I've gotta be free,
'Cause a life in the gutter won't satisfy me'.
Haberdasheries couldn't fix the hole that grew
In the belly of the girl child that Sam overthrew
Always hoped you'd return and I'll be there when you do
Gracie was alone and she couldn't stop crying
She was more scared of living than she was scared of dying
Hiding in the pines where her lover was lying
Breaking her back for a little bit more
Starved by the serpent, charmed by the whore
Embalmed by the devil who knocked at her door
She could not make sense of the world anymore
Gracie said to her mother, 'Why am I so down?
Jesus walked on the water 'cause he was a clown
But when I try a-walking I sink and I drown.'
There is a dead calf that hangs on a hook
Will you come to the meat house and take a look?
The blood of the beasts that are killed by the brook
Runs out of the river and into our homes
Our cups and our saucers are made out of bones
And so are our mirrors and scissors and combs
No need for a god when you've got pheromones
Will I dream about heaven when I go to bed?
Or end up in a jar as a shrunken head?
Will my hands and my body be covered in red?
He's got a lovely sound but he won't even tell us he's here
Leaves are falling all around
We'll cradle the baby for another year
Then we'll put him in the ground
Sail all the way across the hemisphere
Tulip'll spring out of the mound
Cold claw of crimson for a souvenir