Been around Sticks and stone For month or so All the while All I know Could be terra-formed And though Their pocketbooks are vacant, Vagabonds and vagrants Always will know And though Our bones are newly naked Petty, drunk and shakin Were buried in clothes But you Seldom see carnations Springing into bloom God almighty shaking Aching too Bowers where your sisters Whisper in the gloom Towertop's in cinders All too... Soon And mama wrote You be coming home Oooh My wanton coat My loss in Jericho Cause even in the sty you Never see the lies you'd Ever been told And even though I try to In the woods I'm never alone But you Seldom hear them ringing Sleigh bells in the noon Callow bodies singing Of the moon Galavanting gosling Walking through the room All decanting something Of the... Of the swoon But you Seldom see carnations Springing into bloom God almighty shaking Aching too Bowers that your sisters Whisper in the gloom Towertop's in cinders All too...