The smallest part of me is an echoing cavernnWaiting to be filled with the light of your lanternnKerosene careens from your grip onto the floornAnd you’re looking to the place you think I might have tornnmy bag it holds a camera sniffing salts and rakesnA brownish hand recorder to put the sounds to tapenTo pay back for you later on inauguration daynAnd you will teach them slowly how to pronounce your namenSweet sweet MagdalenenBuild your time machinenI’m sturdy like the sewer linenBut I’m one dead NazarenenCome invade my prisonnCome up to my cellnOh, what the hellnWe’ll stay a spell tonight babenAnd I’ll make love to younThe whole night throughnYou warned you would find bleedingnA crease in my long backnThis is long before you knew menI was a slave to hearts attacknYou need it like a train track needs its pins and spikesnAnd the town below the damn falls needs its gutter and it’s dicenSweet sweet MagdalenenBuild your time machinenI’m sturdy like the sewer linesnBut I’m one dead NazarenenCome invade my prisonnCome up to my cellnOh, What the hell we’ll stay a spell tonight babenI’ll make love to younThe whole night throughnThe whole night throughnThe whole night throughnThe whole night through