Yeah, when I was only seventeen, I could hear the angels whispering,
so I drove into the woods and wandered aimlessly about,
until I heard my mother shouting through the fog;
It turned out to be the howlin’ of a dog!
Or a wolf, to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back,
but I was drawn into the pack and before long,
they allowed me to join in and sing their song;
so from the cliffs and higher still, yeah we would gladly get our fill,
howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn,
and I lost the taste for judging right from wrong;
for my flesh had turned to fur, yeah and my thoughts they surely were turned to instinct and obedience to God…
You can wear your fur like a river on fire,
but you’d better be sure if you’re makin’ God a liar;
I’m a rattlesnake babe, I’m like fuel on fire,
so if you’re gonna get made, don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned
On the day that I turned twenty-three, I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree,
when suddenly a girl, with skin in the color of a pearl,
she wandered aimlessly, but she didn’t seem to seek;
she was listenin’ for the angels just like me!
So I stood and looked about, I brushed the leaves off of my snout,
and then I heard my mother shouting through the trees;
you should’ve seen that girl go shaky at the knees!
So I took her by the arm, we settled down upon a farm, and raised our children up as gently as you please…
And now my fur has turned to skin, and I’ve been quickly ushered in,
to a world that I confess I do not know;
but I still dream of running careless through the snow, an’ the howlin’ winds that blow,
across the ancient distant flow,
it fills our body up like water ‘til we know…
You can wear your fur like a river on fire,
but you’d better be sure if you’re makin’ God a liar;
I’m a rattlesnake babe, I’m like fuel on fire,
so if you’re gonna get made, don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned
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