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