Lost Girls

Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits

Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night

Who feign to use a knife

Jingle jangle the cosmos are on fire

The blazing loins of the criminal choir

Rejoice to be alive

Broken and depraved

Sullied mop and rusted pail

Centuries of poison to escape this heaven or hell

This earthly cell of dead flowers and so many wounded foes

It's hard to remember fantasy or horror

Unwarranted caresses

Little Lolitas who want to be held in large hands

Dear Father, who art in heaven

Hollow be thy name

Witches confused by their own magic

Witches displeased by their own perfume

Shame-lock woman

Shaman woman fuming with shame

Love-lock woman

Women their own magic women

Shadow body, shadow spirit

White blood, blue night

Angel's lyrics

Female creature wilted high in the rafters

Orgies of dust and butterfly laughter

Shadows spilling into the babe's milk

Sorry eyes of ghost's memoir

Four blue plus two, that makes six

That's twelve times two

Two brown eyes, one green

Hazel's asleep in the hayloft

Down the road drowning in dry grass

In the sweet maiden's lap poisoned with nightshade

Witches' last laugh

Stick your thumb out and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop here soon

Take down your hair, wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's gonna stop here soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Even though red's not your color

I'll dress you in feathers

And fly you in the windy weather

Like a child bird marooned on an island of cats

Little dewy brawling cats

With cross-eyes and hats

They take mercy on you

They take you for walks

The mercy choir singing dismal hymns

Watery bible rims

All jumbled a mess

A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop here soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop here soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

With a knapsack of trinket

I'm off to seek my fortune again

Chasing ghosts of dead orphans

Friend, cousin, or kin

We wave to the passer by

Moth wings of a butterfly

Endless tracks where no car pass

Close your eyes and you can fly

I'm off to meet my soul mate

A naked fawny jailbait

Wading into ponds

Filly with polliwogs at dawn

Mourning the light that slipped from my eyes

A little child with dirty nails and dirty hair

I had dirty things scrawled upon my mind

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop here soon

Take down your hair, wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop here soon

Take down your hair, wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop you soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Cuz someone's gonna take you home

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop you soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home

Stick out your thumb and lift up your skirt

Someone's bound to stop you soon

Take down your hair and wind up your grin

Someone's gonna take you home