There's a lady who sits
behind a door with no lock
in an empty apartment
all except for a clock
And she crosses her fingers
and she's always nude
waiting to be erased
from this drawing so crude

It's one, it's two
then it's nine and it's ten
and she'll never leave
never leave here again
No, she'll never leave
never leave here again
'til her body starts rotting
and they zip up her skin

There's a lady who sits
she's just waiting to be torn
wishing to be kidnapped
then raped and reborn
And her fat's hanging low
and she's always asleep
waiting to be fed
to the mouth of some creep

It's three, it's four
then it's eight and it's nine
and she'll never leave
never leave this behind
No, she'll never leave
never leave this behind
'til her neighbor starts smelling
the odor from inside

It's five, it's six
then eleven o'clock
and when twelve rolls around
they're circling the block
when they finally find
her apartment unlocked
there's nothing inside
but a body and a clock

02/11/2007