I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture

All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying
All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying

As I crack way with cracking bones
The steeple rose the way I know
The steeple jar has set me down
I listen to the furnished ground

She said soft things, said, one who lay
Ought turn to see the one turn gray
An ash burn brimmed with naught he wept
And to the ground my ear had bent

Said softer things and as I ....
The while my horse had run a mile
And lying in the black I wept
For ne'er a lad so wayward crept

Listening hard I felt too young
The wayward saw with older tongues

Screws on screws on left down lip
I'll burn my day, I'll rue my night
Lost in the battle and found in the fight
Three bought flash tame
Jump up sick flames
One left and one gone
Nine left and I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture

All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying
All the dogs are lying down
All the dogs are lying