Doctor, doctor, where's the doctor

Wringing wet the woman hollers

Bandage wrapped around her hand

Collapses as they run to help her

Help her up and offer water

Did somebody call the doctor

Loud machines so foreign to her

Sent her splashing red against the wall

As her fingers fall



In the back a black piano

Sits in silence what do we know

Of it's past and of a time

And of the place it occupied

In the parlor with the daughter

Playing for her drunken father

Listening until he cried

You hear it echo out into the hall

As her fingers fall



In a bra and underwear

She's balanced now upon a chair

A letter written, tucked inside

A paperback, the rope is tied

Around her neck and through the rafters

This is it. she'll show the bastards

Everything she said was true

And now she'll be the envy of them all

As her fingers fall