Rituals

The fog came, then the rain Morning dew all over you On your feet, dirty shoes To myself, I want you Fur, fur Fur, fur The fog came, then the rain, the fog came, fur The rain came down again, the rain came, fur Look at you made of bone, pretty girls killing time Blood-red dress of lace, ten tears wet your face Fur, fur Fur, fur Fur Fur Fur Fur Fur Fur Fur Fur Fur