Cross the Road, Molina

Wolf headed conjurour in the cross roads
 Green eyes and alien chant brought the lightning down
 Set my pulse to the short waves pulse
 Set my pulse to the great lakes pulse
 To wreath the moon in a head dress of neon flames
 Must take concentration from that heavy old bird
 Blue Chicago moon swings like a blade above the midwest's heart
 Swings like a blade
 Swings like a blade
 Swing that blade above us
 Swing that blade above us
 Show us how close it can get
 Show us close you can get
 Show us how fast we can lose it, how bad we're out numbered
 Set my pulse, an electric pulse
 Set my pulse to the blues
 Them black sad eyes, them black sad eyes
 If I never see them again
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 Tell them goodbye
 And I set my pulse to an electric pulse
 I set my pulse to the blues
 I send my pulse to the vixen's hearts
 I concentrate like that heavy old bird