Marie, she comes to me in the twilight   When the wind blows down across the river   So cold, the fishermen cry   She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence   Till my bare nerves, they sing   Like the strings of a violin   And the room seeps into a savage silence   Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night   And marie she skins me alive   Carves her initials in my side   Lures me with her purrs and cuts me with her knife   And the horses pound like thunder   They bolt like lightning on her range   She feels she's going under and she zeros in the rein   She's so strange      Well, marie, you know, she's the queen of all the stallions   And I'm her prince of mules   And one of her principal fools   Marie, she's got the claws of a falcon   And she's perched on my shoulder, and slowly digging in   But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes   Like at night ...   Or when the neighbors come to dine   Marie, she skins me alive   Burns her initials in my hide and then leaves me all alone   Branded to the bone      And my heart pounds like her horses   Oh, stampeding on the range   Marie knows all the sources   And she shoots me with her pain   And for her, I take it, lord, down in my veins      And I watch her dance like some berserk fairy   All across the concrete prairies of bleecker street   Marie, she can be so strangebut she's the only lonely cowgirl on my range