My love Josephine, her job's to swallow keys She sleeps in the greenhouse Where she sleeps seldomly With her sister Lauror Who sleeps at the liquor store She's got nothing there no more Except the birds that flicker and flutter and fly They will not leave her stomach until she cries And then they will pick her bones dry And then they will pick her bones dry You are a split personality parody You're lacking in sincere sincerity You've been shooting up that track You're wrong if you think you can't come back