[Instrumental]

Intro

In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying
They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get...

Black lipstick stains on her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying
They say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get...

I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes, and let me love you to death
Shall I prove that I mean what I'm saying, begging
I say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya, get ya, get...

Let me love you to
Let me love you to death

Hey am I good enough for you?
Hey am I good enough for you?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I good enough
For you?

Be my druidess
Be my everything
Be my druidess
Be mine

Around the pyre, a circle of thirteen
Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams
I look deeply into your eyes
I smell your hair, caress your thighs

Now we'll make love by firelight
A blaze so high it lights the night
Long fingernails dug in my skin
Yourself so wet invites me in

Our lust increased feeds desire
As we combust, yeah we on fire
I feel you shake so deep inside
Ooh scream my name and squeeze me tight

I'll do anything to make you come

Spring won't come, the need of strife
To struggle to be freed from hard ground
The evening mists that creep and crawl
Will drench me in dew and so drown

I'm the green man
The green man

Sol in prime sweet summertime
Casts shadows of doubt on my face
A midday sun, it's caustic hues
Refracting within the still lake

Autumn in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
My mistress of the frigid night
I worship, pray to on my knees

Winter's breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips turned true purple?
Life is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle

I'm the green man
The green man

Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
Those loved have long since gone
The stockings are hung, but who cares?
Reserved for those no longer there
Six feet beneath me sleep

Black lights hang from the tree
Accents of dead holly

Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts (I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away

My table's been set for but seven
Just last year I dined with eleven
Goddamn ye, merry gentlemen

Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold)
I'm seeing ghosts (I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away

It's no secret we're close
As sweaty velcro
Like latex, fur and feathers
Stuck together, now

In their '62 Vette
Sharing one cigarette
In a black light trance then
Go go dance, then

They keep me warm on cold nights
We must be quite a sight
In our meat triangle
All tangled, wow

My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl, too

Her and me and her and she and me
An uncrowded couple are we three
And we don't care what people say
When walking hand in hand down kings highway
Two for one today

My girlfriend's girlfriend
She looks like you
My girlfriend's girlfriend
She's my girl

Now like a bird
She flew away
To chase her dreams
Of books and praise
Still I miss her
Yeah I miss her
Since she's gone

At JFK
Who played the fool?
Self-pity sick
Jet-fuel perfume
Still I miss her
yeah I miss her
Since she's gone

Girl I want to die with you
In each other's arms
We'll drown in flame

If this time were the last time
Could I hold you all life long?
Since this time is the last time
Can I hold you all night long?

Lay your head down, for the last time

Hey KLM
AT&T
The UK post system
Do you still love me?
Still I miss her
Yeah I miss her
Since she's gone

Yeah I think she's falling out of love
Yeah I think she's falling out of love

Yeah I know she's fallen out of love
Yeah I know she's fallen out of love

All of the flowers
All of the flowers I gave her
She burned them
Burned them

Hey Bacchus
She hates me
Hey Bacchus
She hates me

The street lamps light a wet old red hook road
A furry vino tinted slave
Molten oil painted Brooklyn Bridge
(Cobblestone grave)

A lonely blue girl guards the river bed
She shakes her brown torch at the tide
On Pier Six we'd creep and count the cracks
(Side by side, see, we're counting cracks)

Your mom was out wearing herself inside
I'll stop the train to say hello
A used boyfriend's just bought her a new car
(I said I know)

-Togetherburn-

She said burn
Together
Burn
We'll burn together

Now don't believe she'll never leave again
I can't forget the words she said back when

She said burn
We'll burn together

I want to live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With her

A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chase the moonlight
My cinnamon girl

Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes, waits between shows
(feels right)

A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chase the moonlight
(all right)
My cinnamon girl

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see my baby loves to dance
Yeah

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The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain

Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
No silver bullets
A last blood benediction

It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you there?

Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me

Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?

Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The lunar light

So in this gray haze
We'll be meating again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same

A swollen sun melting in the horizon
Between the sheets where I wait for her to come

A living flame, impossible to resist
Burning me deep with every bite, kiss, and lick

I'm haunted
I'm haunted
I'm haunted (by her)

Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions
Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon

I hate the morning
I hate the morning

From the panes a green mist swirls
Is it a shadow of reflection?
This apparition in moon beams bathed
A voice like wind through trees beckons
Cool rain on hot summer stone
The odor fills my presence
Of freshly dug grave and death and night
These things are her essence
Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover
Your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste
My goddess of the violet twilight
You are lust incarnate
In the sweat of my bed
The eastern sky hints of dawning
Alone and awake but exhausted I lie
Oh how I hate the morning

I hate the morning (light)
I hate the morning (light)

Outro