Saint Mary

Blanket me sweet nurse And keep me from burnin' I must get back to the woods dear girls I must get back to the woods In the bloody elevator Rising for their first cup of tea of the day When does sky turn into space And air into wind? The only things I really need Is water, a gun, and rabbits Let me rest my fevered cheek Upon your warm sweet bellies In the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now Come on boys Please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs And moss on my back