The Albino Lyrics

White angry men
With a ??? now and then
With their elbows on the table
We had made what we were able conversation

"Where do you suppose
This thing goes?"
Said the Glengarry man with the Bible in his hand, "Who knows?"

Perhaps it goes ???

Up came the roots
Down came the grace
For the albino had perfected her provocative tongue
Which blurted from her ostrich face

"How do you suppose these things grow?"
And the wind swept 'round all the insects on the ground who know

Perhaps it grows ???

White angry men
With a ??? now and then
With their elbows on the table
The albino had perfected conversation

"Where do you suppose
This thing goes?"
Said the Glengarry man with the Bible in his hand, "Who knows?"

Perhaps it goes ???