If I know my angels, I know what they'd say Be still my little butcher boy, you'll give us all away Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to move Give us milk, you little pig, we'll tell you when we're through My love is like a mountain, her mouth is like a mine Incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine Rolling over granite, there's a smell like cloves and clay And if I know my angels, they'll take it all away Can you get it? Now I've sold my bread, to keep my spirits high To keep some taste on my tongue, and my feelings dry They'll have their fun and leave me, I'm like a stone without a weight But if I know my angels, I'll fall just like a cane I can't get it