Junebug

A beautiful woman, she rose From the smokin' waters of the lake With a candle that burned in each palm My teeth each sank gently to the floor Bring me some luck little junebug Your cousins they're gods to the seas The March afternoons The sun and the moon Before I fall asleep A white blood of wolves must be drained And that sorry captain howdy Scatters my bones for the lambs Bring me some luck little junebug Your cousins they're gods to the seas The March afternoons The sun and the moon