You are sanscrid on my skin Peel me open til I am nothing but a whisper Name your self center, I only play for pennies and I don't play for sinners, I play for sadness I play for dead things
So pull the bones from their sockets please be soft while you do it for I am fragile and fading Sarasvaties sew me to sleep I rested my gains and knee and the music I like goes up and down like bobbing bodies in the river bend
And they say "Mary, why are your songs so sad? Look at the luck and fortune you've had Why do you cry at night?"
Pull the bones from their sockets please be soft while you do it for I am fragile and fading You can take my body and tongue and organs whisper my skin like death has already rose and stuff
Pull the bones from their sockets please be soft while you do it for I am fragile and fading
