Palace Music - A Group of Women lyrics

Bless his head, his blessed state Has got me crawling 'neath the gate To watch the women wash there Bless their arms, bless their hair I shall not be a weight to thee For I am free, will ever be Future days, with future sound Is offering to come around And as I sit and watch them wash I have no point to get across I have no mouth and still I stand To peck the youngest woman's hand And glory rise upon her breast And her breast breath rise, and so I rest