Say it with séance, save us your jewels
Don't keep your babies tied down after school
Don't keep your babies out of the pool

Spare us your prophets, spare us your fools
Into the wild and off of our stools
Into the wide open medicine pool

Where the moon looks white through the fire
Where the dunes are wired to the sky

Sell us your baskets of unwanted clothes
We'll take them places where you'd never go
We'll soon grow tired and sink them with stones

Lay out your wonderful beauty in rows
And I'll breathe in with my auxiliary nose
We'll tan our skin where our fathers stood froze

Where the moon looks white through the fire
Where the crosses are wired to the sky

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): JAMES TOTH