We went behind the old house, offered our skin
Removed it from our branches, and let it be curtains
And I asked him where he put the bombs
And I asked her where she put the bombs
They fed them to the horses
We shivered and kissed our linen out
And held the horse spirit in our mouth
And my beard did break, when it found his faith
And my beard did break, when it found her face
But there is still one light in your house
Far in fields from the city
One light is forest fire, left running in the pantry
One light is a campfire, in the living room for reptiles
And I promise they'll make new skin, between the wars at nightfall
Wild dogs, can I confess? I never wanted this marriage
Coming home to wife and kids, and failed science experiments
Tear down all the laundry lines,
Let the sickness out of me
Tear down all the laundry lines,
Get the sickness out of me
And read this to Cecilia, I nighted with my mother
Stomping loudly through the kitchen
Off with each other
We'd shake our heads free, and left off the lights on
Left clothes for ransom, and leave all the legs out
And he confessed to raping her, and shared with her his bed
And I pulled the telephone, right out of his head
He quit his job, pulled his teeth, and moved down to new harbor
He stole all my cutting, paid for a lawyer
How is a whale k**er in the wasteland for hire
He can only get it off, when you set him on fire
And now my bashed head can't sole his blood on my back
We are broke for bricks, and the house is quiet
And I asked him where he put the bombs
And I asked him where she put the bombs
They fed them to the horses