She had a mental problem

She couldn't concentrate

She was her own delusion

She was her own mistake

She did a lot of acid

To put the voices down

And one day at her birthday

They found her hanging upside down



They say she lived her life on the avenue

They say she cried from the weight of her spit

They claim they were the only ones that she ever knew

Ah, but why are they weeping now?

When she was alive they were not around

They were locked in their own abyss



We met in the gutter

We shared a smoke or two

I told about my mother

She showed me her tattoo

She went out through the city

Got lost in Fulton Town (?)

And one day at her birthday

They found her hanging upside down



They say she live her life an American

They say she whored away but still

They claim they offered her their helping hand

But the talk's all the same to me

They call themselves her family

It just makes me ill