Hey, I've got a pistol that's aimed at your heart

And on dark nights when the moon is right
I could show you
the head attached with a scarf
aerophane sorceress, at home obeying the fates
when it's gone, has it gone all the way?

Here comes the sound, the sound of confusion

Oh Marianne, pass me the joint
The sandpaper's tan
Go-getters are surfing the point