He drove through Death Valley
Listening to "Love Lifted Me"
Was so hot the sweat crystallized on his arms
And she's walking on Persian carpet
Thinking about the swollen Lam(b)
Said Mr. Crowley had a lovely daughter, she died of typhoid fever
And I can't feel the pain
The roosters sound the same
And the man next to me
On the plane, ordered an ale for his sleeping wife
But he drank it anyways
And the lady in the picture booth has been running from a killer triangle
She said we'd all go fishing if we didn't sell
Our souls to the devil
Sometimes
I can't help myself
It's me and my broom
Sweep before their feet
Extract and bemuse
Providing no receipt
As Walpurgis wanes
Witches depart them
Our shadow remains
Backscatter of love
Recline on the rock
Stealing her freckles
Singing her prayers
Like candy on parchment
Anointed by oil
Man turns into numbers
She is transformed into the Scarlet Woman
And I love her
And I love her
Eolithic souls of Africa
Uniform of rebellion
Strike of the drum
The Christ on the cross
Jesus, save us
Jesus, save us
Jesus, save us