Dorothy

Intro: The other night I dreamt I was back in college There were hordes in robes and sandals They were singing songs to Krishna And burning candles they'd trade for money And you agreed to buy one 'cause you felt guilty One turned into Sister Margaret I said you change your shape that easily { } Could you take the form of my dead father 'Cause I think he would've liked to meet my wife I know for a fact he would've liked my wife And last night I was somewhere near Virginia Rebuking Satan with ironic faithfulness Then Satan turned to me Have you thought much about that cry Eloi, eloi Have you thought much about that cry Have you thought much about that cry Have you thought much about that cry Have you thought much about that cry Have you thought much about that cry Eloi, eloi Eloi, eloi Lama sabachthani Eloi, eloi Eloi, eloi Outro: