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