Seven women
gather in the square
They raise their up to the sun
Their skin is so thin and
You know their fathers must surely be
I watch the others stand around and a crucifix
A serpent of
Some stray rise
The one on the end, the one on the end
She called me over, she me aside
She said, you know, I have to make it all look
It seems that every time I lay
On it, and it's like a in water
And I look out of it,
like the one from last week
Was breathing
And she said she had white light
You know, she that she had some morphine
But she didn't no gimmicks
So she just took razor
And she it on a white vein
And then she took a orchid
And she ripped apart that flower
And then she the white light
she said, hey, later for the morphine
She took the razor and slit open her white
She slit open her vein
She put the flower the slit vein
She poured the white light through the red
She put the white light the red stem
She just poured it through the red
I was talking my angel
I was talking with my then . . .
I was underneath the
I was talking with my He said beauty is only terror You know terror is just beginning I thought I heard footsteps You Lorraine, she was coming She'd feeling real sick lately She had been kicking her habit
I around to see her I had the angel in my She had jewels her fingers And there was blood across carpet I know that feeling better I saw her down to the market
She went The black hole She wants to die just to her soul
But she to live She wants to start her She the stage is God's left hand
I'm in the cellar my dark apartment I had the on my shoulder You know, his they were kinda shattered
He with broken mirrors And he said that he saw Sally And that was with Lorraine And they were playing in the
So I around to see them . . . they were doing it together
And was a little blood along the concrete I know they were feeling
got straight They They wanted to die but now they got They want to they want to start their band They swear the stage is God's hand
I'm in the lobby now The dropped the mirror But he still that beauty That beauty is just one of terror
There's a painting on the Of a dog . . . he had like rubies, And then the just remembered Lorraine was at the movies
I her in the back aisle There was blood the next seat When she reached out to me I thought that that was so sweet
So I stuck her my finger It was like a through leather She had a song along her
I KNOW she was feeling
She got She She to die but now she got plans
She want to She want to her band She swear the stage is left hand