I know what she said    And the witch heard what she said to   "Hold the fucking waters   And freeze the burning waters      But don't dry your clothes      The woodcutter is dead   And his girls cut instead   His ghost is seen in trees   And he put his love in tarry knees      Born between walls      Don't hold my body in pitch    My body is BORN ALL DAY LONG   Bastards born in pitch lost,   lost, through allocations      Correcting the king   The trees their limbs in the wind they swing   What portents do they bring    Hobos and songs they sing,      "We Eat Stones!"      Encapsulate the body   And emasculate the body   And hold the burning waters   The tubs of burning waters      Holiday!      The trees are bones and   Dipped in wax and burning cones   And call a celebration   The master's burnt in his burning station:      WE ARE THE STOVES!      The maid,    the fox,    the children,    the locks      And the same wretched song   Everybody sings   The woodcutter is heard to sing;   bodies born to ding   So hold my body and ding my body and      I heard what she said and   I know what she said      "I said it,    I said it,   I said it,   I said it,"      I heard what she said and   I know what she said      "I said it,    I said it,   I said it,   I said it,"      Baby's got a cold,   And the crying's getting old   The same wretched song   Clean up the bamboo   And save the world too   The same wretched song   The Same wretched song   Oh the same wretched song