Savannah is dead
And nobody cares
Throw her dead carcass
Down the old wooden stairs

Open  the door
And let in the bugs
Let them feast on her body
By that old persian rug

With worms in her mouth
And lice in her hair
If you listen closely
She's still crying for care

Dead and still waiting
for the love that she sought
For someone to care
To her last breath she fought