Sweet, Sweet Magdalene

The smallest part of me is an echoing cavern
Waiting to be filled with the light of your lantern
Kerosene careens from your grip onto the floor
And you're looking to the place you think I might have torn

My bag: it holds a camera, sniffing salts and rakes
A brownish hand recorder to put the sounds to tape
To play back for you later on inauguration day
And you will teach them slowly how to pronounce your name

Sweet sweet Magdalene
Build your time machine
I'm sturdy like the Soo Line
But I'm one dead Nazarene

Come invade my prison
Come up to my cell
Oh, what the hell
We'll stay a spell tonight babe
And I'll make love to you
The whole night through

You warned you would find bleeding
A crease in my long back
This is long before you knew me
I was a slave to hearts attack
You need it like a train track needs its pins and spikes
And the town below the dam falls needs its gutter and it's dikes

Sweet sweet Magdalene
Build your time machine
I'm sturdy like the Soo Line
But I'm one dead Nazarene

Come invade my prison
Come up to my cell
Oh, What the hell we'll stay a spell tonight babe
I'll make love to you

The whole night through
The whole night through
The whole night through
The whole night through