Sweet, Sweet Magdalene

The smallest part of me is an echoing cavern
Waiting to be filled with the light of your lantern
Kerosene careens from your grip onto the floor
And youre looking to the place you think I might have torn
My bag: it holds a camera, sniffing salts and rakes
A brownish hand recorder to put the sounds to tape
To play back for you later on inauguration day
And you will teach them slowly how to pronounce your name
Sweet sweet Magdalene
Build your time machine
Im sturdy like the Soo Line
But Im one dead Nazarene
Come invade my prison
Come up to my cell
Oh, what the hell
Well stay a spell tonight babe
And Ill make love to you
The whole night through
You warned you would find bleeding
A crease in my long back
This is long before you knew me
I was a slave to hearts attack
You need it like a train track needs its pins and spikes
And the town below the dam falls needs its gutter and its dikes
Sweet sweet Magdalene
Build your time machine
Im sturdy like the Soo Line
But Im one dead Nazarene
Come invade my prison
Come up to my cell
Oh, What the hell well stay a spell tonight babe
Ill make love to you
The whole night through
The whole night through
The whole night through
The whole night through