when mad girls are gone singing love songs a lonely lass whose eyes and lips dead shut lost in a big fat gigantic mess
she lit a cigarette up and all is born again to put up with the thing she's done to remind her of who she was and to take her mind off like an ocean takes the ***** sands like an empty bottle takes the rain like an nuclear bomb takes clear air like the scars takes time to heal
the world seems to drop dead mad girls are gone to hit the road a swift wind from the barley caresses her body all the stars go waltzing out in black and white and all the odds left within