Crackle and Drag

She made a good go for a weeping willow

Closed all the windows and made herself a pillow

As her limbs clung to the ground

She lay her head down

Her hair was dirty in February

She was thirty in 1963

A thousand seconds more

On the oven door

She took a long deep breath

While her babies slept

Made a good go for a weeping willow

With a cold, fixed stare

She's cursed with insight

And you can't repair

She's broken inside

She made a good go for a weeping willow

She closed the windows and made herself a pillow

And took a long deep breath

While her babies slept

And the Cadillac creeps

In your body bag

And her blacks crackle and drag

Blacks crackle and drag

Blacks crackle and drag

Blacks crackle and drag

Blacks crackle and drag

Blacks crackle and drag

Blacks crackle and drag