Well she's halfway over this hard on son She's not gone yet but she's leaving And she's quite sure she's not the only one She's not gone yet but she's leaving Well there's a quiver up her backbone, dogs in the dust She's not gone yet but she's leaving And she'll take what she needs and she'll do what she must She's not gone yet but she's leaving
There's a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man's drum There's a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she'd become
Oh let me tell ya that she's
One part evil, three-fifths blind She's not gone yet but she's leaving And she's oh so delicate and still don't mind She's not gone yet but she's leaving Well there's a chance that she knows where the bodies are kept She's not gone yet but she's leaving And she still don't remember the tears that she wept She's not gone yet but she's leaving
There's a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man's drum There's a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she'd become
Oh let me tell ya now
Well she's all too generous with my time She's not gone yet but she's leaving And she knows that injustice is no real crime She's not gone yet but she's leaving And I will always remember the way that she crawled She's not gone yet but she's leaving When I throw up in the rain she pretends she's appalled She's not gone yet but she's leaving
There's a raw bone whisper underneath the cover Louder than a dead man's drum There's a joke that they told her when she got much older When she knew just what she'd become
Compositor: John Paul Lawler (Jon Fratelli) ECAD: Obra #15418627 Fonograma #12352567