From the ground from the ¬ _ see it rising _ And from the ground from the _ see it breathe _ Well and the roots and the _ like a river _ Well and the roots and the _ like a well _ Well and the roots from the ground river¬ _ And from the ground see the roots rise _ With the water from a ¬_ well _ With it rising from a _ well _ And who’d you let tell you let moan _ And who’d you tell let tell who’d telling sway _ And who’d you from the ground you let tell _ And who’d you from the roots like a well and the river And the broad oak moans _ And the broad oak rattling the crown And the broad oak swaying _ And the stars can’t breathe because tell _ And the stars can’t breathe who’d breathing ground _ And the stars can’t breathe because the bark is too proud With the cold ground rising _ With the cold ground who’d you let tell With the cold ground breathing _

He's been called a Hell-hound He's been called every dark name under the sun He's been called by the desperate man "Have my soul for the songs you have sung" They say he's there in the bottle They say he's there in the sweet and beautiful drug They say he's there with your lover He'll be there when you're trying to do good He'll come and take your Father He'll come and take your Brothers and Sisters too He'll come and take your Mother He won’t stay long he's got so much work to do Well the Preachers preach of the Holy Light Well the preachers preach never to sin But they've never been all the way down here They've never walked hand in hand with him So he walked out to the crossroads So he waked out in the middle of the night So he walked out to the crossroads and said "Have my soul you've had it all my life" He's been called a Hell-hound He's been called every dark name under the sun He's been called by the desperate man You'll hear him singing when he comes

The door was still shaking at the hinge Letting in the night and the wind A sound that would never wear thin, tonight The smoke was on the rise A cloud above their eyes Just for you and I When Billy’s blood rolled away The cards were still drifting in the air Lost in the flight without a care Tossed from the hand that had held the score It lay on the floor Dead leaves by the door Beaten and torn When Billy’s blood rolled away Behind from where the bullet had fled Broken at the height of his head The looking glass splintered in red, to show Another happy glow Part of the show A smokeless 44 When Billy’s blood rolled away Ride on, Ride on little steamboat Your boat runs faster when Billy bleeds But that’s what makes the ride so attractive to me Ride high, ride high little steamboat You’ve got to keep killing to raise the sea We’ve got to dirty the water to keep the boat clean Roll on, Roll on little steam boat There’s just no steamboat like the Stagger Lee There’s just no steamboat like the Stagger Lee

You invited yourself so please come in. And the flowers turn towards the howls. And your body is honey under warm wind. This is all for you. This is all for you. Yes, the ceiling is the floor here and the chandelier rises like a crystal oak. And your smooth neck like mercury lips and the walls drip because we are obsessed. Don’t mind the heat darling, it will burn for a while, don’t mind the heat, it will burn for as long as your eyes stay wild. This is all for you. This is all for you. So please come in and join this feast of mine. And my cuffs are red with the wine I will see you sip. And my buttons are black to match the marks on my wrists. Hooded-wept wings cascade the iridescent sky. Watch the current of the city pulse with us. Your thighs like neon lights. I want you to hold the apple between your knees. And don’t mind the man rubbing his shoulder against the wall, he’s an angel. This is all for you. This is all for you. So please come in and join this feast of mine. We dance with the dogs of the deep here. And you can hardly make out the hat between the shelves. Its head severed in bacchanalian hymns. You invited yourself. And I’ve been leaning on the everlasting lord. This is all for you. This is all for you. So please come in and join this feast of mine.

There are walls in what they call Sugarland, With bars that split the sky into three. We can’t taste it at all in Sugarland, The islands are made of heavy doors. You might hear us howling down here in Sugarland, The sun likes us better than the rest. Dreaming of running across the fields of Sugarland, You’d be lucky to find yourself lost. People wait for midnight here in Sugarland, Some are as old as the walls. But there’s a light coming through my bars in Sugarland, It’s lighting up the walls and the doors. There’s a sound coming across from Sugarland, It’s giving me a taste. Call my name, Call my name and shine, shine in Sugar land, I can feel my feet pounding against the plains. I’m flying, I’m flying so high up in Sugarland, The sky is a pool of water-coloured dreams. I’m rising, I’m rising high above Sugarland, The light is shining bright on me. I’m running, I’m running across the sky of Sugarland, The cane moves like a deep blue sea. I’m soaring, I’m soaring across the fields here in Sugarland, The taste is so sweet.

‘Have you seen a slender man With a hat, suit and case? ‘I’ve heard he sings too’, she said, ‘And has a handsome face’ They looked at her laughing ‘Do you really want to know?’ ‘I’ve come from miles away’, Said Miss Boll Weevil, ‘To hear his very last show’ ‘He’s playing here tonight In a bar just down the street If you get there early You could even sit at his feet’ ‘Well that’d be real nice To hear his songs from so close But I’d rather watch from afar’, Said Miss Boll Weevil, ‘Where I can quietly tap my toes’ ‘We’ve hear his voice can soar up high Yet tremble deep and low He makes his fingers dance How he does it no one knows He looks into a woman’s eyes He says it helps him sing’ ‘Wat till he sees me’ Said Miss Boll Weevil ‘I’ll get him whistling’ That night the bar was shaking People sang, danced and cheered He played a song they loved He played a song they feared And all the time she tapped her foot, Watched and quietly grinned ‘You sing of running from the devil’, Said Miss Boll Weevil, ‘When you’ve let something much more evil in’ Sometime after midnight When the music had died away Miss Boll Weevil was still watching She wouldn’t leave if he stayed ‘I’ve been working so hard’, she heard him say, ‘So one more drink before I go’ ‘Shame the Devil didn’t see you play’ Said Miss Boll Weevil, ‘That was one hell-of-a show’ He knew the voice that spoke He knew he couldn’t hide When Miss Boll Weevil came up close And looked right into his eyes His whole body went stiff Even his blood seemed to freeze ‘Have another drink’, Said Miss Boll Weevil, ‘I see you remember me’ By the widening of his eyes And how her lips gently rose What he had forgotten Had come back with a glow But the tale now takes many shapes People tell different things No one knows the truth About Miss Boll Weevil And what she did to him Some say they heard her whisper Some say she touched his lips Some heard a drop of water Others heard him take a sip Some say they sat in silence And looked back into the night Other have often said With Miss Boll Weevil’s smile His famous throat went tight But all seem to remember Where the moonlight touched the ground His hat, case, bottle and body Lying limp without a sound People looked in shock With mouths hung open wide Stood above his head Was Miss Boll Weevil Her feet on either side ‘He’s gone a little cold’, Said Miss Boll Weevil, ‘Has someone let in the wind? But there was always something colder’, Miss Boll Weevil said, ‘Coming from within Funny I feel a little too warm’ And she made a move to leave ‘So I’ll take a walk in the night’, Said Miss Boll Weevil, ‘Where there’s a cool and gentle breeze’

Pull me close, to your lips, Rest your mouth, on my tip, Hold on tight, like the rose, and the drip. All we have, me and you, Is this touch, this sparkle, In a breath, there’s the heat, I’m with you. I’m convinced, I believe, Every suck, I can feel, I give a little, you take a little, of me. That’s the life, That’s the life, That’s the wonderful life, Of the lonely and burning Cigarette. You chose me, from the rest, I am so lucky, I’ll confess, A treasure, for your ever, loving chest. A little bad, does you good, And I’m not bad, I’m worse, I’m looking, for love, in this world. I’m your Slave, I’m your Slag, I’m your Dog, I’m your Fag, So go on honey, just take, another drag. That’s the life, That’s the life, That’s the wonderful life, Of the lonely and burning Cigarette. Well I seem to be, getting shorter, And you, you’re getting taller, And I can feel, my body, burning up. Maybe the heat, was too much, Maybe my fire, was too hot, Maybe your skin, was too soft, for the touch. For your fingers, did stop, Caressing, my lot, You let, my love drop, down and down and down. That’s the life, That’s the life, That’s the wonderful life, Of the lonely and burning Cigarette. Here I lay, on the ground, With many others, all around, And we watch, as other love, burns to ash. And as they, wander on, Our love, it sticks strong, Together, like the rose and the thorn. That’s the life, That’s the life, That’s the wonderful life, Of the lonely and burning Cigarette.