Swing

Swing, she sprung down from a

tree this spring

On a rope of white mercy with a

bell to ring

Yeah, she swung down to my

world hung down on a string

Her jaw fell open with a gaping

sound

and her pipes of white mercy

tried to blow me down

and the horns all blast me down

when she speaks my name

swing. She ring rattled in a

randy way

when she woke me one morning

on a Saturday

and a chain fell around my head

bells, baubles and pearls

Then she pulled open all the

organ stops

and the waves were black now

with the purple tops

and a chord of old mercy blew

from her face like rain

she's my only mistress

ring now, ding dang, bells of the

world

swing! She swung down on a red

iron hook

in a robe of lime sequins and

bells she took

all the charms that could jail my

world among weapons and

greed

then the child angels that made

up her train

tried to pull my skull open as

she drove my brain

to the point of white mercy she

became all the baubles and

pearls, bells, baubles and

beads, all the love that i need.