Album: Extension of a Man

Magdalena

Magdalena sits in a chair,
Speakin of a man
Speakes in spikes & splinters.
She laughs like breakin glass

She said that she would have me,
Spirit her away
Peeling all my images,
til there's nothing left to say

Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothin like a saint you are
Your love is like a razor.
My heart is just a scar
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothin like a saint you are

Magdalena lying there,
Could make a dancer stumble
Make a preacher bite his tougue,
and leave him with the mumbles

And if you think I'm crazy babe,
That I'm funnin you
Just pay your dues, Lose your blues, When Maggy's kissin you

Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothin like a saint you are
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothin like a saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothin like a saint you are
Ooooooooh, Magdalena... (fade out)