"The Body Lover" lyrics - JARBOE

At last it's coming up, the sun
The bodysnatcher's day be done
With blackened teeth and ruddy skin
And swigging long upon his gin
He's weary with his breaking back
The corpse he carries in his sack
The bulging burlap caked with clay
Is foul yet musky from where it lay
Beside his shovel, oh precious rubble
Inside her cold and lonely grave
The mournful wind sings songs of praise:
How lovely she in her blue dress
Behold the tempting virgin flesh
Her sunken eyes filled with blind grace
Her shrunken lips with secret taste
For raven hair in tangles coiled
Upon white satin, he has toiled
He'd held her dainty feet and sighed
The downy smooth upon her thighs
And wrapped within his fraying scarf
One little heart floats in a jar
Swaying quiet now lifts his head
The robber stops to toast the dead
And pray will he in town lust waits
For paid he'll be by pounds just weighed
Tonight he'll roam the streets of mud
He's slushing down these roads of blood
Tonight he'll own the meat and mud
He'll drink these streets, he'll eat this blood
Tonight he'll roam the streets of mud
He's slushing down these roads of blood
Tonight he'll own the meat and mud
He'll drink these streets
He'll eat this blood

How lovely she in her blue dress
Behold the tempting virgin flesh
Ravished only by one called
Death