Put A Straw Under Baby — Brian Eno

Put a straw under baby

Your good deed for the day

Put a straw under baby

Keep the splinters away.

Let the corridors echo

As the dark places grow

Hear superiors footsteps

On the landing below.

Theres a place in the orchard

Where no one dare go

The last nun who went there

Turned into a crow.

Turned into a crow-crow

Turned into a crow

The last nun who went there

Turned into a crow.

Theres a brain in the table

Theres a heart in the chair

And they all live in jesus

Its a family affair.