Precisionly, precisionlyPrecisionly, precisionlyPrecisionly, these pigs keep swooping on down these swallowsThey fly under bridges as part of their play in St. PeterpoleSt. Peterpole, I first saw him out his windowDarting and swooping in circlesHoning in on eaves and gutters and secret holes and rooms where only lizards goIn St. PeterpoleIn St. PeterpoleGonna go to Roodalai CitadelRoodalai CitadelMeet Josephine and Johnno together till JulyThen Johnno diedJosephine got sent to a homeAnd she's only sixty-fiveI see JohnnoSwaying on the cobblestoneStained teeth and a smileIn his cracked faceWorked in a foundry till he snappedFrom fourteen to twenty-fiveHe was the mayor of Roodalai CitadelStanding on the cobblestonesJosephine standing on the cobblestonesShe's the seerShe's the seer with her hats and her straws passing from hand to handYou can follow her strawsSee where she's standing nowShe's still thereNeeding her crew for their constitutions around town every dayHere she goes nowJosephine and Johnno together till JulyThen Johnno diedJosephine got sent to a homeAnd she's only sixty-fiveWow, here goes another oneSwooping down, flying under bridgesIt's part of their playSt. Peter's HallLooking out of Eddie's windowHere comes JosephineHey JosephineI know, I miss Johnno tooI'm glad you're still aliveShe's the seerYou can ask her anythingJosephineJosephineJosephine and Johnno together till JulyYeahDa-da-da-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-da-da-daCubs and birds and pigsGuiding swooping in circlesHoning in on eaves and guttersAnd secret homes and roomsRoaming blizzards called St. Peter PolePrecisionly, precisionlyJosephineJosephineJosephineSkin feels likeMatches...JosephineJosephineJosephine