Stray Dog Song

At night ur grandmother dies on a bed of chamomile And the virgin Mary stuck her head out from the wall and it scared u So u cried by floral bedside until the telephone rang in the next room It was 666 from a soldier who was hysterical on a toilet seat And u could tell he was good Looking just by the way that he would speak And u both sob like little cherries being crushed between my fingers I drop the pits on tile floors and they echo like a tongueless mouth I tried to speak I swear to god I wish I were ur stray dog eating scraps of Meat u gave me because u saw my ribs and I was dirty Eating scraps of meat u gave me because u saw my ribs and I was dirty I wish I were ur stray dog roaming aimlessly around the city.