Wooden Daughter

She runs for cover
under covers
then she cries

she smokes the reefer
sips the liqour
then she dies

theres no reason
for all the bitching
she replies

no cash for dinner
bloddy finger
say goodbye

I wanted you to know
no place left to go
no where to hide

she sings a letter
a pretty letter
say goodbye

her mind is jaded
penetrated
one more time

come and see her
touch her feel her
if you try

sunday pleasure
monday terror
say goodbye

I wanted you to know
no place left to go
no where to hide