Stray Dog - Horse Jumper of Love

At night your grandmother dies on a bed of chamomile

And the Virgin Mary stuck her head out from the wall it scared you

So you cried by floral bedside until the telephone rang in the next room

It was six-six-six from a soldier who was hysterical on a toilet seat

And you could tell he was good looking just by the way that he would speak

And you both sob like little cherries being crushed between my fingers

I drop the pits on tile floors and they echo like a tongueless mouth

Oh, I tried to speak, I swear to God, I wish I were your stray dog

Eating scraps of meat you gave me because you saw my ribs and I was dirty

Oh, I wish I were your stray dog, roaming aimlessly around the city