What's the matter here?

You'll never repair

The lady's cursed with insight

You'll never fix her, with a cold stare

She's all broken inside



She made a good go, like a weeping willow

Her limbs clung to the ground

She closed the window, and made a pillow

And lay her head down

And as her babies slept, she took a long deep breath



Now they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag

And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag



Another head cold, another spirit old

Mmmm, February

Her hair was dirty, and she was 30 in 1963

And while her babies slept she took a long deep breath



And they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag

The Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag

And drag, and drag, and drag



She made a good go, for a weeping willow

She stuffed some rags on the floor

She closed the window

She made a pillow on the oven door

And took a long deep breath

While her babies slept



Now they're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag

And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag



They're zipping her up in a bag

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag

The Cadillac's waiting to take her away

Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag

Hear her blacks crackle and drag