Floating on a casket down the Mississippi Throwing shadows cross the moountains of the moon There I heard the daughters of december Singing a wicked tune into the graveyard Mouths of children blue in the arms of mother violence Into the graveyard mouths Swinging from a star Down the passage we never take Past that door we never open Lost in the locust storm Singing a wicked tune Into the graveyard mouths of children blue in the arms of mother violence Into the graveyard mouths Swinging from that star That star Swinging from that star