Show us your bones son, skeleton ghosts that you hide
So said the witches who were children of an Indian tribe
They found you lying at the side of the road
And your eyes showed the dark to your soul First my heart began to race
Then my hands began to shake
Then we laid naked in the rain We woke the birds and were vampired by the sun to the east
And we slept in gardens where the flowers bloom the devilish seeds
They found you lying at the side of the road
And your eyes showed the dark to your soul