You questioned her legs, spread on the table

Vultures that prey in her bosom, cursed her questions 

Said she was dead anyway 

A virgin mild scream 

She wasn't dead, just wasted 

Said I'll find a true eagle some day 

Give him my genitals in a paper cup 

Give him my soul and rainbow 

Lie (?), sing this song 

Take a god from his list 

Push a baby from these legs 

Bring it to him in a manger