David Keenan - Origin of the World lyrics

I’m singing this song in an act of rebellion
But if I wear a white shirt
Will my appearance seem clean?
I’ve emptied my skull of stale symbolism
From my fingers I scrubbed you
Like a nicotine stain

Craving some daylight and the sobering cold
Oh, I have heard of that deity
From a yarn I’ve been told
By an elder of our tribe with
The mind of a hunter
He’d the spirit of a bird and
The soul of an orphan
He released in me wisdom and happy endorphins

Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
I’m in love with a woman friend

So I let out a whistle, and
My hand came a yelping, yelping


Our Diana, she bathes in that there
Pond beyond those ditches i hear the Act of
Contrition from Christopher Hitchens
Sends the opium smoker off, off
Off to the astral plane

Then I move through the forest
While unraveling the linen
I had placed on my chiseled
And the well-worn blade
From her tongue and her teeth
I bear the marks of a slave

Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
I’m in love with a woman friend

Being chased by this beast
How many young fellas died?
Poets digging their trenches
Have been buried, buried alive
By this clandestine creature with the
Kill in her eyes

Though would Luna and Lupa both
Be made from the den
If they gazed even once into
The origin of man?
Ah, would Luna and Lupa be put to the sword
If they dared even once touch
The origin of the world?

Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
I’m in love with a woman friend

Wish me luck, I’m in trouble
I’m in trouble again
I’m in love, I’m in love with a woman friend