floating on a casket down the Mississippi
throwing shadows cross the mountains 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
throwing shadows cross the mountains 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