Black Madonna

Black Madonna will come down for you
 With open arms and a veil to hide her face
 And Black Madonna will come down for you
 And there is no sickness and there is no suffering
 And there is no anguish and no anger that she cannot erase
 You might see Black Madonna walking between the sheets of an angry day
 Or you might see her smile a strange-sad smile as she steps out of your way
 Or you might not see her at all
 But she might be coming down for you
 With her arms spread wide and her head on fire
 'cause she sees you been down so long
 There isn't a sin that you could make that she will not forgive
 But oh, Black Madonna, I did not believe her beauty
 I thought I did not need her mercy
 I thought I did not need
 Traded my belongings and my body
 My memory and my mind
 My center of gravity and my sense of direction
 'til I woke up half an hour from the city
 And realized I had lost all sense of the passage of time
 So I don't know if it's been a day or a week or a year
 All I know is I'm still here
 And I always thought you'd lift me up
 And you never did
 What the f**k?
 >>there isn't a sin that you could make
 That she will not forgive
 No there isn't a sin that you could make
 In the ways that a stray must live
 So what I wanna know is this
 If you believe in everything fitting into a kind of place
 If you believe that everything and everybody has a certain space they fit intoâ "babies entering into a welcoming world in jubilant curls of star gazing wonder
 And the sick yes even the sick just a shuffling into sleep's dark brother
 And the sleepers in the sleet
 The heaps in the street
 Nestled under trestles for to get a little heat
 And if the trestles watch over the sleepers
 And if life ushers her lucky winners
 Through fleshy gates to four star dinners
 And if sleep ushers his population
 To plug into the dream life radio station
 And if thin souls whose bodies haven't wrecked them
 Walk smoky streets that know and expect them
 Then what I want to know is thisâ "
 What of strays who have turned their backs on the god of strays?
 >>what of strays who've turned their backs
 On the god of strays, yeah, what of them?
 Oh Black Madonna I was thinking about the days that I spent with you
 'cause now I doze and daze and drown
 And cling to the wreckage of a sinking town
 And I walk your dire streets in search of anything that's still pure
 'cause I once thought you watched over me
 But now I'm not so sure