The lady poor lady,

She lost all her things.

For inside of her house now

The lady just stays.



Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?



Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.

Aaah.



Over the floor

Silver hair lays

Buckets of pills

For days and for days



Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?



The remover is coming

To clean up the frail.

Pretty old ladies

and puppy dog tails.



Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?



I am lost now,

Oh where can I be?

Don't go near that,

You'll find it empty.



Scissors cut spaces

Perfect and right.

Tongue tied rhythms

May find you tonight.



She takes medicine, medicine

Every damn day.

For she thinks she is sick

She was brought up that way.



Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Anyone?



Aah. Aah.

Aah. Aah.

Aah. Aah.

Aah. Aah.

Aah. Aah.

Aah. Aah.

Aah. Aah.