I know what she said nAnd the witch heard what she said tonHold the fucking watersnAnd freeze the burning watersnnBut don't dry your clothesnnThe woodcutter is deadnAnd his girls cut insteadnHis ghost is seen in treesnAnd he put his love in tarry kneesnnBorn between wallsnnDon't hold my body in pitch nMy body is BORN ALL DAY LONGnBastards born in pitch lost,nlost, through allocationsnnCorrecting the kingnThe trees their limbs in the wind they swingnWhat portents do they bring nHobos and songs they sing,nnWe Eat Stones!nnEncapsulate the bodynAnd emasculate the bodynAnd hold the burning watersnThe tubs of burning watersnnHoliday!nnThe trees are bones andnDipped in wax and burning conesnAnd call a celebrationnThe master's burnt in his burning station:nnWE ARE THE STOVES!nnThe maid, nthe fox, nthe children, nthe locksnnAnd the same wretched songnEverybody singsnThe woodcutter is heard to sing;nbodies born to dingnSo hold my body and ding my body andnnI heard what she said andnI know what she saidnnI said it, nI said it,nI said it,nI said it,nnI heard what she said andnI know what she saidnnI said it, nI said it,nI said it,nI said it,nnBaby's got a cold,nAnd the crying's getting oldnThe same wretched songnClean up the bamboonAnd save the world toonThe same wretched songnThe Same wretched songnOh the same wretched songnnnn