There was dirt in your mouthnOn the day we put you downnThere was blood on your teethnLike you were born to the groundnI held your headnAs water filled your mouthnWhen the branches scratched your eyesnWhen the land began to floodnnThis is my body dear that I've kept inside younAnd that you'll keep if you want tonHere is what's left of what I have taken from yoursnTonight the bells will crynThis doesn't scare younIt could if you want tonWe can run through the yardnWe can swim out in the swampnnI cleaned your facenAnd covered you in stonesnThere was so much water therenA hundred miles to make your ownnA butcher's boynCan make his song your tombnThe prettiest girlsnShould always plan theirs for twonnThis is my body dear that I've kept inside younAnd that you'll keep if you want tonHere is what's left of what I have taken from yoursnTonight the bells will crynThis doesn't scare younIt could if you want tonWe can run through the yardnWe can swim out in the swamp