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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 the family
Here with you now in this silly infirmary
Your mother makes frantic and drunk calls
From Germany all of the time

Oh sister, sweet brown and beulahery
And 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 Goldaline 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 gave 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 smile and go 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 you're leaving
I cannot 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 Goldaline
Don't you ever die on me
All the way it goes
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 the family   Here with you now in this silly infirmary   Your mother makes frantic and drunk calls   From Germany all of the time      Oh sister, sweet brown and beulahery   And 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 Goldaline 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 gave 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 smile and go 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 you're leaving    I cannot 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 Goldaline   Don't you ever die on me   All the way it goes