3000 Flowers

She was part of an inner circle Daughters of the mother land Like a ship Lit up at sea With scars where its talons used to be Scars where its talons used to be Scars where its talons used to be I was a slow learner And I moved in flourishes I was a late bloomer I moved in flourishes Last man on the scene Fresh face on a dying scene One hundreth of a wet black bough One hundreth of a wet black bough One hundreth of a wet black bough I was Clytemnestra on a good day Dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated The initiates brought out in tumbrels Shat out by the dawn Shat out by the dawn Shat out by the dawn And like a woman I was kept As the wealthy American underground Wept at the sight of Rhode Island sinking Into the sea And the sky Still reigns Supreme over the land As the music lovers Sat cross-legged in the sand And in time and in space And in other words in a band Too much like churchgoers And the sky Still reigns Supreme over the land As the music lovers Sat cross-legged in the sand And in time and in space And in other words in the band Too much like destroyers of themselves --- 3000 Flowers - Destroyer