[Verse] She lights a candle to the black Madonna She don’t care what the Baptists think She wants something a whole lot stronger Than a cross hanging on a chain
[Verse] She wears the ink of a sparrow On the hand that holds a match Her words sparkle like flint and silver She sings is as soft as dust and ash
[Chorus] Too young ripe, too young rotten Needles and thread, linen and cotton May my sins be forgotten Too young ripe, too young rotten
[Verse] She feels more years than she has lived As she hangs her jeans on the bedpost She shares her breath now only with the darkness She owns a heart wilder than most
[Chorus] Too young ripe, too young rotten Needles and tread, linin and cotton May my sins be forgotten Too young ripe, too young rotten Too young ripe, too young rotten