Her mother said that she couldn't love
The physical way a woman should
Then where else could she go?
Where the sisters and the fathers can't save her soul
Send them in, see them on
She can't find a lover, she'll fashion one
Imaginary men
Like the burned out poets in the hinterland
The phoenix says,
The devil says,
The serpent says,
The siren says,
(F#m continuously)
Oh, the phoenix says
- Burn for me
The devil says
- Lie for me
The serpent says
- Beg for me
The siren says
- Die for me