text: Marie, she comes to me in the twilight
  When the wind blows down across the river
  So cold, the fishermen cry
  She rapes me in a rage of rainbow violence
  Till my bare nerves, they sing
  Like the strings of a violin
  And the room seeps into a savage silence
  Soaked in colours, red as blood, blue as night
  And Marie she skins me alive
  Carves her initials in my side
  Lures me with her purrs and cuts me with her knife
  And the horses pound like thunder
  They bolt like lightning on her range
  She feels shes going under and she zeros in the rein
  Shes so strange
  Well, Marie, you know, shes the queen of all the stallions
  And Im her prince of mules
  And one of her principal fools
  Marie, shes got the claws of a falcon
  And shes perched on my shoulder, and slowly digging in
  But she, oh she can be so strange sometimes
  Like at night ...
  Or when the neighbors come to dine
  Marie, she skins me alive
  Burns her initials in my hide and then leaves me all alone
  Branded to the bone
  And my heart pounds like her horses
  Oh, stampeding on the range
  Marie knows all the sources
  And she shoots me with her pain
  And for her, I take it, Lord, down in my veins
  And I watch her dance like some berserk fairy
  All across the concrete prairies of Bleecker Street
  Marie, she can be so strangeBut shes the only lonely cowgirl on my range