The Decemberists The Tain, Pt. I Lyrics

crone: here upon this pillow
made of reed and willow
you're a fickle little twister
are you sweet on your sister?
your fallow won't leave you alone.

and granted for their pleasure
possesions laid to measure
she's a salty little p___er
with your c___ in her kisser
but now she's a will of her own.