I heard you're suffering [bad word] be a wild thing
 [bad word] with Jackie, me, and this lady

The stupid house you made
Fell away like paper lace
 [bad word] with Jackie, me, and this lady

And when you're done crying to everyone
You can go back to your good home
She will be tired
But she'll be glad
When you go back
To your good home

Paper burns and paper fades and
paper [bad word] into ugly shapes

 [bad word] with Jackie, me, and this lady

And when you're done crying to everyone
You can go back to your good home
She will be tired
But she'll be glad
When you go back
To your good home

And when she's done dancing with everyone
She will go back to your good home
She will be tired from loving everyone
But she'll be glad that you're back home

But for now
Until you're home
You ride with us
There was no way you could have known
About the things she didn't know she couldn't [bad word] 

Oh sanctuary, oh sanctuary (repeat through)
Oh for now 
Until you're home
You ride with us
There was no way you could have known
About the things she didn't know she couldn't [bad word] 

Oh what's in the world?
What's in the world?
What's in the hearts of pretty girls?

There's nothing left
Inside the room you've filled
With lion skins and laurels
Those were good ideas
But they weren't
Diamonds and pearls