my love Josephine, her job's to swallow keys
she sleeps in the greenhouse where she sleeps, seldomly
with her sister Lauror, who sleeps at the liquor store
she's got nothing there no more
except the birds that flicker and flutter and fly
they will not leave her stomach until she cries
and then they will pick her bones dry
and then they will pick her bones dry
you are a split personality parody
you're lacking in sincere sincerity
you've been shooting up the track
you're wrong if you think you can't come back