The Mistress Witch From Mcclure (or, The Mind That lyrics

And the winter moves about IllinoisWhen my sister picks a fightWith the Alexander boyAnd my father locks the carBy the storeStill we figure out the keys And follow him once moreOh my GodWe see it on the floorThe woman on the bedThe ankle brace she woreStones and sledIt could have been some otherThe mind that knows itselfHas a mind to serve the otherAnd we run backScratching at the doorScratching at the doorIf I'm hiding in the sleevesOf my coatWhen my father runs undressedHe's pointing at my throatAnd my brother has a fitIn the snowAnd the traffic stops for milesWe take him by the elbowOh my GodThe shuffling at the floorA mind that knows itselfIs a mind that knows much moreSo we run backScrambling for coverA mind that knows itselfHas a mind to kill the other(Oh my GodNo one came to our sideTo carry us away from danger)Oh my GodHe left us now for deadHe left us now for dead