Petersburg, Liberty Theater, 1914 - Swan Lake

If When you call she comes

for you

If when you call she comes

for you

Give your all boy

we shot the holes in the portable well:

and that’s why your boyfriend tracked us

in the wastes that the demons of hell

avoid as the road bends

and the pity of woman is the seed of our sainthood:

born from a slack din done blasted

done, by the archangel’s light, «I hate your new boyfriend!»

we sow the songs the earth bears our wrong our pales wrongs all along!