She got herself a wooden leg
Found herself an impediment
She's got a host of turncoat friends
Who exhibit all the right sentiments
She's started feeling affectionate
For the man at the end of the bed
Because what he promises is heaven sent
And he's coming to fix her predicament
She goes on and on
She's coming undone
She wants to give up but she keeps on running
O death is coming
He's been waiting for three long years
Taking up residence inside her fears
Like a 50-block tenement of uncried tears
Like a 60-block tenement of uncried tears
She goes on and on
She's coming undone
She wants to give up but she keeps on running
O death is coming