she was part of an inner circle   daughters of the mother land   like a ship   lit up at sea   with scars where its talons used to be   scars where its talons used to be   scars where its talons used to be      i was a slow learner   and i moved in flourishes   i was a late bloomer   i moved in flourishes   last man on the scene   fresh face on a dying scene   one hundreth of a wet black bough   one hundreth of a wet black bough   one hundreth of a wet black bough      i was clytemnestra on a good day   dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated   the initiates brought out in tumbrels   shat out by the dawn   shat out by the dawn   shat out by the dawn      and like a woman i was kept   as the wealthy american underground   wept at the sight of rhode island sinking   into the sea      and the sky   still reigns   supreme over the land   as the music lovers   sat cross-legged in the sand   and in time and in space   and in other words in a band   too much like churchgoers      and the sky   still reigns   supreme over the land   as the music lovers   sat cross-legged in the sand   and in time and in space   and in other words in the band   too much like destroyers of themselves