floating on a casket down the Mississippi

throwing shadows cross the moountains of the moon

there I heard the daughters of december

singing a wicked tune into the graveyard

mouths of children blue in the arms of mother violence

into the graveyard mouths

swinging from a star

down the passage we never take

past that door we never open

lost in the locust storm

singing a wicked tune

into the graveyard mouths of children blue in the arms of mother violence

into the graveyard mouths

swinging from that star

that star