Catch Your Death

They say, they say, they say, they say
They say, they say, they say, they say
They say, «Boy, you’ll catch your»
They say, «Son, you’ll catch your death»
And does it come to us in a dream
Of a flaming over?
See, I turn and I burn
Though my quilts, they catch the fire
And then it comes to us in a dream
Of a flaming over, flaming over
Shots sound in the quiet room
In rags, in rags
Shots sound as the blood it blooms
In rags, in rags
The curtain coming down again
The wedding life is so old, dear
Shots sound in the quiet room
In rags, in rags
The current’s climbing down the bed
The wedding life is so old
The air it thins, the room it could just blow
You can’t see the flames but that is when they blow
And so it comes to us in a dream
Of a flaming over, dancing over, burning over
Shots sound in the quiet room
In rags, in rags
Shots sound as the blood it blooms
In rags, in rags
The curtain’s coming down again
The wedding life is so old, dear
Shots sound in the quiet room
In rags, in rags, in rags, in rags, in rags
«I did it again», they say, and they say
And they say, and they say, and they say
And they say, and they say, they say
The moon may have been ripped out
Of the earth itself eons ago
The moon may have been ripped out
Of the earth itself eons ago
The moon it may have been ripped out
Of the earth itself eons ago