You questioned her legs, spread on the table
Vultures that prey in her bosom, cursed her questions 
Said she was dead anyway 
A virgin mild scream 
She wasn't dead, just wasted 
Said I'll find a true eagle some day 
Give him my genitals in a paper cup 
Give him my soul and rainbow 
Lie (?), sing this song 
Take a god from his list 
Push a baby from these legs 
Bring it to him in a manger