Whiskey on night breathe
And blue tears in lashes
Ashes to ash on our nose and eyelashes
This is the girl who is trying to sing
Scream it all out and then let freedom ring

When the belt whips
And the man stings
When she's feeling small

When the knife slashed
And the man pushed
She's feeling small

When the noose hangs
While her pills fall
She is so small

She simply remembers to aim;
pull the trigger
And then she won't feel
So sad

Girls in black dresses with black satin veils
Silver white lies roll from pastors tales
Brown wooden coffin- bound up in strings
Soon she will be free and learn how to sing


Teardrops on roses, and nose and eyelashes
Teardrops on roses, and eyelashes
Teardrops on roses