You are sanscrid on my skin
Peel me open til I am nothing but a whisper
Name your self center, I only play for pennies
and I don't play for sinners, I play for sadness
I play for dead things

So pull the bones from their sockets
please be soft while you do it for I am fragile and fading
Sarasvaties sew me to sleep
I rested my gains and knee and the music I like goes up
and down like bobbing bodies in the river bend

And they say
"Mary, why are your songs so sad?
Look at the luck and fortune you've had
Why do you cry at night?"

Pull the bones from their sockets
please be soft while you do it for I am fragile and fading
You can take my body and tongue and organs
whisper my skin like death has already rose and stuff

Pull the bones from their sockets
please be soft while you do it for I am fragile and fading