I heard that your Orpheus he done left town Snuck out the back way while you slept face down Bound for the underworld he rolled down his wool sleeves And like a serpent coiled about the wet leaves Tennessee waltzing a dance of disease Can't you see
Pick up your shears Delilah right there Leave all your cares to fall like dead hair Outside a carriage waits to take you home Its tricky handbrake will not hold out for long Do hop inside for your map it has been drawn Can't you see
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Pickin' the mandrake I would use for tea I heard the water spirits calling me And faintly a peacock cried behind the tulles Can't you see
That when you feel it tickle your brain Filling your skull's bowl with a butane Maybe the genie wants back in the lamp He's run out of wishes and his clothes are all damp Back to the bottle though he knows just how cramped That can be
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