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THE HEADLESS WOMAN
'Twas fun speaking of baskets.
I saw a headless woman
Carry in hand a basket
Travelling between the North pole
And God's own holy highway
She was the duty harlot
That sat upon the seashore
Commanding spells on chaste men
And never ranked the Son's best
I harvested and killed her
The spirit of dirtiness
The spirit of whorishness
The spirit of fleshliness
Would you come to consciousness?
Would you come to awareness?
Would you come to alertness?
And be free, oh ye poor men?
I saw a headless woman
Carry in hand a basket
Travelling between the North pole
And God's own holy highway
She was the duty harlot
That sat upon the seashore
Commanding spells on chaste men
And never ranked the Son's best
I harvested and killed her
The spirit of dirtiness
The spirit of whorishness
The spirit of fleshliness
Would you come to consciousness?
Would you come to awareness?
Would you come to alertness?
And be free, oh ye poor men?
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THE HEADLESS WOMAN
THE HEADLESS WOMAN
