Standard (EADGBE)

Oh sister, don't be afraid of me

I won't be nailing you down in the nursery

Just like the rest of them did

With those watery, wandering fingers that slipped

 That were supposed to be glorious and fine

Oh sister, won't you believe in me

I only wanted to be hard on your family

Here with you now in the zillionth infirmary

A mother makes frantic and drunk calls from Germany

All of the time

And oh sister

Sweet brown and comely

I will be be milking with you making fun of me

Now that my moods are not what the used to be

there is but no one alive laying next to me

for such a long time

Oh sister, sweet brown and beulahry

milk from your blisters on your grandmother's jewelry

there in the parlor all naked in front of me

 Watching the lights from the cracks making archery animal designs

Rose Wallace Goldeline just moves her mouth over anything

Fleshy free and flowering with oranges out in the open

But don't you waste your sins again

She don't need you

or won't fuck your friends

And you, you're American, so important boiling over

To prove that she must still exist

she moves herself about her fist

and never ever ever give a shit

about all those words you're wasting again

Some pretty bright and bubbly wondrous dream

 You'd like to kill and claim

And claim her as your own

But don't you worry

All those dainty and dirty emotions just go away and fade out on their own

Sister, now that we're grieving

Our fingers will falter

Our lungs will be leaking

All over each other and without even speaking

We'll know that it's over and smiling or greeting

Whatever comes next

And oh sister

You're getting married with some angry twister

 That you'll have to carry home drunk every evening from the cemetery

And if he makes it back half alive you can bury him

Under your sheets

And oh sister

now that we're leaving

I can not imagine there is any meaning

forgetting you ever could once had the feeling that made you keep on

 and pretend you were breathing of all of this world

In an age of empty rings

I don't want to feel the thing

 I don't even want to know

 and Rose Wallace Goldeline

 don't you ever die on me

 all the way it goes and flows