Oh sister, don't be afraid of me   I won't be nailing you down in the nursery   Just like the rest of them did   With those watery, wandering fingers that slipped     That were supposed to be glorious and fine   Oh sister, won't you believe in me   I only wanted to be hard on your family   Here with you now in the zillionth infirmary   A mother makes frantic and drunk calls from Germany   All of the time   And oh sister   Sweet brown and comely   I will be be milking with you making fun of me   Now that my moods are not what the used to be   there is but no one alive laying next to me   for such a long time   Oh sister, sweet brown and beulahry   milk from your blisters on your grandmother's jewelry   there in the parlor all naked in front of me     Watching the lights from the cracks making archery animal designs   Rose Wallace Goldeline just moves her mouth over anything   Fleshy free and flowering with oranges out in the open   But don't you waste your sins again   She don't need you   or won't fuck your friends   And you, you're American, so important boiling over   To prove that she must still exist   she moves herself about her fist   and never ever ever give a shit   about all those words you're wasting again   Some pretty bright and bubbly wondrous dream   You'd like to kill and claim   And claim her as your own   But don't you worry     All those dainty and dirty emotions just go away and fade out on their own   Sister, now that we're grieving   Our fingers will falter   Our lungs will be leaking   All over each other and without even speaking   We'll know that it's over and smiling or greeting   Whatever comes next   And oh sister   You're getting married with some angry twister     That you'll have to carry home drunk every evening from the cemetery   And if he makes it back half alive you can bury him   Under your sheets   And oh sister   now that we're leaving   I can not imagine there is any meaning   forgetting you ever could once had the feeling that made you keep on     And pretend you were breathing of all of this world   In an age of empty rings   I don't want to feel the thing   I don't even want to know   and Rose Wallace Goldeline   don't you ever die on me   all the way it goes and flows