You wear your guilt like a quilt Oh to keep out the cold Though you're warm in the cold is your knowing And your covered seem warm But your bare shoulders are showing Slip off your clavicle of electric light On your white guilty skin Milk in the sun like your Eyes on the moon take Away from the flies that plague Your still shroud today Still shroud today It's hot and I'm distracted And I can't think straight From the heats distortion and your crooked ways For all the time that's passed Even a stone spined effigy Could not save what's dead in the grave Tho the prayers prayed might stay in the stone safe It's hot and I'm distracted And I can't think straight From the heats distortion and your crooked ways