Nail gun marines, foaming midget horses Black smoke threads a straight line from your kidney to your hand From your hand to kingdom come Be light enough to ride, the backside of a magnet Let it stay in lust with all the silver ghosts and dirty pictures Fire in the horses mouth Spitting cherry stems And square knots and drunk flies in the elevator camera The backside of a magnet Let it stay, let it stay Let it fold, let it fold The alderman are praying, praying to your picture St. Martha locomotion, snakes under foot If easter was a river and the river folded under Be light enough to ride Let it stay, let it stay Glass behind the the plains, hanging out ether Jesus strobe Decatur when you're blown, when the river folded under Shifting plates and bottle rockets Ground out with your shoe, St. Martha with the serpents Let it stay, let it stay Let it fold, let it fold