In the belly of the beast
and out the blowhole
to the salty sea.

She's a seagull boat,
floatin' like a dead man.
All the dead tend to float.
And her ghost came in
like a silent thief
or the drop of a pin,
stole my beard of bees a
nd there's no ugly buzzin'
for the keeper to keep.
Oh low in the distance,
the stallion comes
and they call him lightening
for his hind-legged run,
boxing his hooves
at the dampening dawn.

Oh come, let lightening strike me down.
I'm ready as I'll ever be right now.
but we can't understand her
with her teeth out her mouth.
She said come let lightening strike me down.
I'm ready as I'll ever be right now.

At the sound of applause,
she took a swooping bow.
We put heavy coins on her eyelids.
We clothed her fast-softening breast.
and her children will fire flaming arrows
and her ashes were solemnly left to the wind.
Down to the water we go,
where her father stood silent,
she laughed,
looking down at her firm, able body,
and he pulled her now close to his chest.
He said now, I know each love is a lifetime.
My darling, I loved you my best.
Please don't cry child,
it's been such a long time,
you look like the day that I left. I left. I left.

So come let lightening strike me down.
I'm ready as I'll ever be right now.
In the belly of the beast
and out the blowhole, lord.

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