Seven blonde women They gather in the square They raise their hands up to the sun Their skin is so thin and white You know their fathers must surely be wealthy I watch the others stand around and form a crucifix A serpent of vapor Some stray birds rise The one on the end, the fine one on the end She called me over, she pulled me aside She said, you know, I have to make it all look different It seems that every time I lay down On it, and it's like a snake in water And when I look out of it, It's like the one from last week Was breathing again And she said she had some white light You know, she said that she had some morphine But she didn't have no gimmicks So she just took this razor And she laid it on a white vein And then she took a black orchid And she just ripped apart that flower And then she took the white light Then she said, hey, later for the morphine She took the razor and slit open her white vein She slit open her white vein She put the flower through the slit vein She poured the white light through the red stem She put the white light through the red stem She just poured it through the red stem I was talkin' with my angel I was talkin' with my angel then . . .
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