Seven blonde women   They gather in the square   They raise their hands up to the sun   Their skin is so thin and white   You know their fathers must surely be wealthy   I watch the others stand around and form a crucifix   A serpent of vapor   Some stray birds rise   The one on the end, the fine one on the end   She called me over, she pulled me aside   She said, you know, I have to make it all look different   It seems that every time I lay down   On it, and it's like a snake in water   And when I look out of it,   It's like the one from last week   Was breathing again   And she said she had some white light   You know, she said that she had some morphine   But she didn't have no gimmicks   So she just took this razor   And she laid it on a white vein   And then she took a black orchid   And she just ripped apart that flower   And then she took the white light   Then she said, hey, later for the morphine   She took the razor and slit open her white vein   She slit open her white vein   She put the flower through the slit vein   She poured the white light through the red stem   She put the white light through the red stem   She just poured it through the red stem   I was talkin' with my angel   I was talkin' with my angel then . . .