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and smoking christmas trees And honey, it ain't mystery Why you're a mystery to me We will eat out of their pantries And their parlours Ashy leaving in their beds And

kindness Bottled light from hotels Spilling everything Wet hand from the volcano Sobers your skin Stranger than Kindness 0e?nYou caress yourself And grind

together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And

Do you love me? Like I love you? She was given to me to put things right And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her Still I seemed so obselete and small I found God and

on a concrete floor With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw Well Saturday

tell me why and don't tell me a lie! Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes! Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes? This desire to possess her is a wound and

Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And

ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and

let love in I let love in I let love in Well I've been bound and gagged and I've been terrorized And I've been castrated and I've been lobotomized But