She does raindances when she's feeling dry

North train track woman got her arms in the sky

And she's moving to Arlington as soon as she can

She got blood in her eye stones in her sky and she walks like a man

Some say she's hangin'

For Jesus

She does raindances and she knows the score

All the back alley banjo boys lie down and die on the floor

Sewing stories for Romans on yellows and blues

Expensive suites and dirty teeth

There sand in her shoes

Some say she's hanging

For Jesus

Insatiable sins well sometimes they turn out all right

Only cursed girls have this blessing of foresight

So to stop herself from going insane

She rinses her soul off

Down in the cold

Blue rain