Marie, she comes to me in the twilight

When the wind blows down across the river

So cold, the fishermen cry

She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence

Till my bare nerves, they sing

Like the strings of a violin

And the room seeps into a savage silence

Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night

And marie she skins me alive

Carves her initials in my side

Lures me with her purrs and cuts me with her knife

And the horses pound like thunder

They bolt like lightning on her range

She feels she's going under and she zeros in the rein

She's so strange



Well, marie, you know, she's the queen of all the stallions

And i'm her prince of mules

And one of her principal fools

Marie, she's got the claws of a falcon

And she's perched on my shoulder, and slowly digging in

But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes

Like at night ...

Or when the neighbors come to dine

Marie, she skins me alive

Burns her initials in my hide and then leaves me all alone

Branded to the bone



And my heart pounds like her horses

Oh, stampeding on the range

Marie knows all the sources

And she shoots me with her pain

And for her, i take it, lord, down in my veins



And i watch her dance like some berserk fairy

All across the concrete prairies of bleecker street

Marie, she can be so strangebut she's the only lonely cowgirl on my range