She's No Lady

 

The wind is blowin' through your tortured skin and bones

The crack of the devil's whip is stinging at your heels

You're runnin' from your sanity standin' alone

Mind over matter don't matter any more

 

This disease of disaster is after every one

There's no holiday for the devil, one thing for sure

 

            Questioning your will with empty pockets

            While your conscience is filled with only lies

            The answer is the truth found in your eyes

            She's no lady

 

Your soul is twisted to a noose around your neck

Your spirit is sifted into bullshit at best

A momentary fantasy from your face to your feet

Your sweat's screamin' pourin' pain, but there ain't no relief

 

            Questioning your will with empty pockets

            While your conscience is filled with only lies

            The answer is the truth found in your eyes

            She's no lady

 

Now it's prison or the ground or buried by your breath

Four walls or six foot under, leavin' no regrets

Where's the food for the children dirty clothes upon their backs

No place to rest their heads and nothin' left but the tracks

 

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

 

She's no lady

She's no lady

Cocaine

Cocaine...

 

 

                                                                        Malcolm Holcombe

                                                                        © l993, Purple Girl Music/BMI