The smallest part of me is an echoing cavern
Waiting to be filled with the light of your lantern
Kerosene careens from your grip onto the floor
And you're looking to the place you think I might have torn
My bag it holds a camera sniffing salts and rakes
A brownish hand recorder to put the sounds to tape
To play back for you later on inauguration day
And you will teach me slowly how to pronounce your name
Sweet, sweet Magdalene
Build your time machine
I'm sturdy like the sewer line
But I'm one dead Nazarene
Come invade my prison
Come up to my cell
Oh, what the hell
Asus
And I'll make love to you
The whole night through
You warned you would find bleeding, A crease in my long back
This is long before you knew me
A Asus
You need it like a train track needs its pins and spikes
And the town below the damn falls needs its gutter and it's dice
Sweet sweet Magdalene
Build your time machine
I'm sturdy like the sewer line
But I'm one dead Nazarene
Come invade my prison
Come up to my cell
Oh, what the hell
Asus
And I'll make love to you
The whole night through
The whole night through
The whole night through
The whole night through