G#m B G#m B Last night again you were in my dream G#m B F#m E Several expendable limbs were at stake You were a prince, spinning rims All sentiments Indian-given and half-baked I was brought in on a palanquin Made of the many bodies of beautiful women Brought to this place, to be examined Swaying on an elephant, a princess of India We both want the very same thing We are praying I am the one to save you But you don't even own your own violence Run away from home, your heard is still blue With the loneliness of you mighty men With your jaws, and fists, and guitars and pens And your sugarlip, but I've never been to the firepits with you mighty men Who made you this way Who made you this way Who is going to bear your beautiful children Do you think you can just stop When you're ready for a change Who will take care of you When you're old and dying You burn in the Mekong To prove your worth Go long, go long Right over the edge of the earth You have been wronged Tore up since birth You have done harm Others have done worse Will you tuck your shirt Will you leave it loose You are badly hurt You're a silly goose You are caked in mud And in blood, and worse Chew your bitter cud Grope your little nurse Do you know why my ankles are bound in gauze Sickly dressage, a princess of Kentucky In the middle of the woods which were the probable cause We danced in the lodge like two panting monkeys I will give you a call, for one last hurrah And if this tale is tall, forgive my scrambling But you keep palming along the wall Moving at a blind crawl, but always rambling Wolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest If I knew you, once, now I know you less In the sinking sand, where we've come to rest Have I had a hand in your loneliness When you leave me alone in this old palace of yours It starts to get to me, I take to walking What a woman does is open doors And it is not a question of locking or unlocking Well, I have never seen such a terrible room Gilded with the gold teeth of the women who loved you Now, though I die, Magpie, this I bequeath By any other name, a Jay is still blue With the loneliness of you mighty men With your mighty kiss that might never never end While, so far away, in the seat of the West Burns the fount of the heat of that loneliness There's a man who only will speak in code Backing slowly, slowly down the road May he master everything That such men may know About loving, and then letting go
