Marybell rides into town on a pig They cut her down blind and She bleeds in the arms of the angels They cut her down blind
Delta of veins cast her bones to the sea She lay down beside me But the lady grew cold in arrangement She turn to stone She turn to stone
Butterfly jean and her lawnmower dreams She waited all day but her boy Played away with a rainbow child So fly away jean So fly away jean
Billy boy blue in a syndicate black You should've turned back But the sky made him pay With a near miss mile You should've turned back You should've turned back