Pillowcase Sail — текст песни (Mckinley)

(McKinley)
There`s a bad, bad place with no big blue sea
where people like you and me go.
Because we`ve been bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoes
says so. She`s sure
of most things, but I`m sure I know
a turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Black
it`s turtles all the way down.
She says, God hates to hear lie like that, but I think
He likes a bedtime story. I think
She likes a bedtime story.
Gracie made a pillowcase sail, Huck Finned it down
the sewer river in the bleach-bottle raft, little craft
kept steady with ridiculous faith and perfect weather.
Of course, she sailed off the edge of the turtle world
but I know it didn`t hurt a bit.
Better to be out of reach of the curl of that
crushing, smashing fist, of that
hushing, crashing fist.