Wild Ox Moan (Live at BBC's Maida Vale Studios)

Come on loyal woman, I gotta hear that wild ox moan.

Come on loyal woman, I gotta hear that wild ox moan.

I think heard that wild ox moan.

I think heard that wild ox moan.

Come on loyal woman, I think that I can hear that wild ox moan.

I think that I can hear your heart beating, but can you handle the depths to which I will sink to satisfy myself, and stomach my needs.

Does your loyalty shake at my secret deeds as I do?

Would you judge me before I have finished my own story?

You've seen me, you don't look away.

Can I trust you?

For several years I woke in sweat that I murdered that boy under the north wall.

The weight on my heart was so heavy it would heave and vomit often.

Of the devil's family now as the fantasies of a justified kill in Topeka made me just as weak and ill.

And to you men who fail in their hate, I am your voice.

Come on loyal woman, I think I that I can hear that wild ox moan.