like the skinned rabbit hanging at the front door  weighs the bells of sacrifice clattering down the
hallways of he said she said buckling the boots of disbelief all is fair in love and waaaaaaaar
chattering teeth from the skull, only a light beaming out of its eyes can guide the way,
skull on a stick woodswoman skull on a stick woodswoman skull on a stick woodswoman
please guide the way, after you madwoman you look lovely tonight been round these parts before?
train track Jack, one tooth less, less is more, blue eyed banjo man what are you doing here, there are
no folk here to applaud you, to awe you, to stroke you, to coax you to happily help you. Move along
busker man its only the woman with a fox around her neck and a gun in her hand, guide the way
woodswoman guide the way woodswoman theres no time to be lonely when you have to worry
about bears busts tigers tusks snakes escapes spiders and misers fast cars stolen cars cities with banks
and jails and history. Noise in the light noise in the darkness there is nothing lonely about life, fusica pink
crimson red leopard yellow lake water green neurotic white stumbling over what never could be,
you wouldn't be the lover you're not the lover, where is the messenger, where is the gun, where is
the woman with the skull on the stick...der Himmel und der Boden der Himmel und der Boden
der Himmel und der Boden der Himmel und der Boden will keep us safe will keep us all at bay,
we too are like the skinned rabbit waiting for its next meaning.