| If I know my angels, I know what they'd say. | |
| Be still my little butcher boy, you'll give us all away. | |
| Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to move. | |
| Give us milk, you little pig, we'll tell you when we're through. | |
| My love is like a mountain, her mouth is like a mine. | |
| Incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine. | |
| Rolling over granite, there's a smell like cloves and clay. | |
| And if I know my angels, they'll take it all away. | |
| Can you get it? | |
| Now I've sold my bread, to keep my spirits high. | |
| To keep some taste on my tongue, and my feelings dry. | |
| They'll have their fun and leave me, I'm like a stone without a weight. | |
| But if I know my angels, I'll fall just like a cane. | |
| I can't get it. |