Beatrice

Beatrice come over here, come and lay yourself down
yea tell me all about it to that lonesome sound
Take a look outside, it’s all a bit crazy
People are real nervous, too nervous to talk to a mother’s son.
Beatrice let’s get dressed, Take a look at what’s been done
yea you got me thinking about what I don’t want to know
Beating of the chest, snake rising in the patriot’s nest
Doing what’s best, kicking out the face of a mother’s son.
Beatrice I like your smile, makes me want to own you
Well okay just for a while then, before they stone you
Tell me, how do you speak to God?
How do you speak to God —
when you’re down there on the floor
singing the song of a mother’s son
singin’out now (repeat)