From the recording The Weaver's Broom

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Ryan Joseph Anderson: Vocals, Guitars
Jon Estes: Upright Bass, Farfisa Organ
Dave Racine: Drums, Percussion
Jen Donahue: Vocals

Lyrics

Red red the doctor said
There's a hole in the world
Fill it in with all your sin
And pin a heart on the girl

Oh, the water turned black
She started dancing and the bees went mad
Oh, will they ever come back
She started dancing and the bees went mad

Green green the plow-boy screamed
Ain't no sun in the sky
It's been replaced by Fortune's face
Then the dog up and died

Oh, the water turned black
She started dancing and the bees went mad
Oh, will they ever come back
She started dancing and the bees went mad

We hold these lives
With little more than telephone wire
And keep our eyes wide
We hold these lives
Like a flame in a tinder-box fire
And keep our eyes wide

Blue blue the fearful few
Huddle close to the sound
The faint hum of the funeral drum
That keeps the world spinning round