The giant of Illinois
Died of a blister on his toe
After walking all day through the first winter's snow
Throwing bits of stale bread
To the last speckled dove
He never even felt his shoe fill with blood
Delirious with pain
His bedroom walls began to glow
And he felt himself floating up through falling snow
And the sky was a woman's arms
And the sky was a woman's arms
A boy with a clubfoot
Sat next to him at school
Once upon a summer's day they went walking through the woods
They spotted a sleeping swan
On the banks of a muddy stream
And they stoned it with rocks till it collapsed in the reeds
They laid out on the gra**
Full with chocolate and lemonade
And underneath it all the giant was afraid
And the sky was a woman's arms
The sky was a woman's arms
The sky was a woman's arms