Lost Girls-CocoRosie

Warming the hearts of tragic hoodlum spirits Brighten the eyes of petty thieves who crawl at night Who feign to use a knife Rejoiced 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 Unwanted caresses Little lolitas who want to be held in large hands Dear Father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Witches confused by their own magic Witches displeased by their own perfume Shame-locked women Shaman women fuming with shame Love-locked women Women their own magic women Shadow body, shadow spirit 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 poisened with nightshade Witches last laugh Stick your thumb out 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 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 brawlin' cats With cross-eyes and hats They take mercy on you They take you for walks The mercy singing dismal hymns Watery bible rhymes All jumbled a mess A mess of bright graves and flowers and balloons 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 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 With a knapsack of trinkets I'm off to seek my fortune again Chasin' ghosts of dead orphans Friends, 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 soulmate A naked fawny jail bate Wadin' into ponds Filly with pollywogs at dawn Mournin' 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 gonna 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, 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, 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