Bring me some luck little junebug
With a candle that burned in each palm
Scatters my bones for the lambs
Your cousins they're gods to the seas
And that sorry captain howdy
The March afternoons
Your cousins they're gods to the seas
Before I fall asleep
A white blood of wolves must be drained
The March afternoons
Bring me some luck little junebug
My teeth each sank gently to the floor
The sun and the moon