oh hair of dread the time is here thirty three the sheep draw near with eyes so keen they cannot hear all the lies that buy their ears oh horse pants tobacco chest oh sex ghost oh nape of neck the tears are crashing on her breast the burning bed is out again if it s sad you know it s true god is glad on bluer moons when your room is all you do it comes to you oh my rank ink instrument row my boat towards abstinence with thoughts as long as cigarettes snowed in lips and cross protect oh that birdlike appetite do passive fasts make us contrite on silken highways of the night the spiders crawl my candlelight where the sun shines in space god is dumb god is great but does he love us all the same are we okay and i cried out your name because i loved the sound it made and because i couldn t wait to see your face and nothing ever was the same and the stars say look into my eyes but i can t change if it s only in my mind and i love you but i don t have the right and i wanted you so bad tonight