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