I'm singing this song in an act of rebellion
If I wear a white shirt would my appearance seem clean
I've emptied my skull of stale symbolism
From my fingers I scrubbed you like a nicotine stain
Craving some daylight and the sobering cold
I had heard of that deity from a yarn I'd been told
By an elder of our tribe with the mind of a hunter
He had the spirit of a bird and the soul of an
Orphan, he released in me wisdom and happy endorphins
Wish me luck I'm in trouble again, I'm in love with a woman friend
So I let out a whistle and my hound came a yelping
Our Diana she bathed in that there pond beyond those ditches
I hear an act of contrition from Christopher
Hitchens sent the opium smoker of to the Astral Plane
Then I moved through the forest while unraveling the
Line I had placed on my chisel and my well worn blade
From her tongue and her teeth I bare the marks of a slave
Wish me luck I'm in trouble again, I'm in love with a woman friend
Being chased by this beast many young fellas died
Poets digging their trenches have been buried alive
By that clandestine creature with the kill in her eyes
Would Luna and Lupa both emerge from the den
If they gazed even once into the origin of men
Would Luna and Lupa both be put to the sword if
They dared even once touch the origin of the world
Wish me luck I'm in trouble again, I'm in love with a woman friend