floating on a casket down the Mississippi   throwing shadows cross the moountains of the moon   there I heard the daughters of december   singing a wicked tune into the graveyard   mouths of children blue in the arms of mother violence   into the graveyard mouths   swinging from a star   down the passage we never take   past that door we never open   lost in the locust storm   singing a wicked tune   into the graveyard mouths of children blue in the arms of mother violence   into the graveyard mouths   swinging from that star   that star