So She

"Look into my eyes," he tells her

"I'm gonna say goodbye," he says, yeah

(?)

All the day(?) she thinks of is love, yeah

They whip him through the streets (?)

The gormless and the baying crowd right there

I can't get enough of that doomsday song

You can't get enough of it all

Listen!

Listen to the whores, he tells her

He fashions paper sculptures of them

He drags them to the river's bank in the car

Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark

And the priest (?)stiff in hate(?) (?)

Of his(?) women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest

Here I am, not quite dying

My body left to rot in a hollow tree

It's branches forming shadows on the gallows (?)for me(?)

And the next day, and the next, and another day

Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases

They chase him through the alleys, chase him down the steps

They're crawling through the mud and they chant for his death

And drag him to the feed of the purple-headed reek(?)

First they give you everything that you want

Then they take back everything that you have

They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees

They can work with Satan while they dress like the saints

They know god exists for the devil to (?)

And they scream my name aloud down into the world below

Here I am, not quite dying

My body left to rot in a hollow tree

It's branches forming shadows on the gallows (?)for me(?)

And the next day, and the next, and another day