Down under a cruel And eastern moon There is a new tale From Bordertown Don't ask Maggie about her damaged face She knows her garden's malignant trees And fears the boughs they sometimes raise Maggie deeply loves a good man's shadow Who cuts the boughs with saw and crown Confidently laughing from upon his throne Don't ask Maggie about her shrieking voice She knows her attic's squawking sparrows And fears their violently raging noise Maggie deeply loves a good man's shadow Who shoots the birds with gun and crown Mischievously laughing from upon his throne Don't ask Maggie about her strangled son She knows her fairy tales and comfort And fears the truths which sometimes dun Maggie deeply loves a good man's shadow Who loves fairy tales with rope and crown Contentedly laughing from upon his throne Don't ask Maggie about that rude car crash She knows the poor and tragic guy And fears the day he wants more cash Maggie deeply loves a good man's shadow Who drives his car with bottle and crown Merrily laughing from upon his throne Don't ask Maggie about her anxious mother She knows mum's childhood, that old hat And fears the questions of her beloved brother Maggie deeply loves a good man's shadow Who kindles the hat with words and crown Sympathetically laughing from upon his throne Down under a mad And eastern moon Silent years have pa**ed The river on the edge The good man's restless bones Have felt uncomfortable Clattering and dancing In a tiny, rotten coffin Buried in a shallow grave That swolen hill of soil So… Don't ask Maggie about a dead man's shadow She knows the gossip and her inner truths And fears the mocking children on the meadow Maggie deeply loves a good man's shadow Who haunts in town with sceptre and crown Terribly laughing from upon his holy throne