Lyrics

She takes her face off And she puts it in a row Upon the shelf It's where she keeps the bottles Of the essence of herself She takes them down And shakes them When she find herself in deep despair Then the voodoo of the suburbs Comes around And fixes her hair. Yep Like down on me She keeps a raven in the hole of her guitar And when she feeds him then it plays a sad song That would melt the coldest heart Sometimes she strums the strings with it And then it bits her fingers And it sucks the blood from off the strings Before it disappears again. Yep Like down on me 5 seconds later In the out of work elevator She calls room service for some air They pump it in, but it's not fair With bell-boys, bell-hops call 'em what you like to But they're gasping for a lungful which they feel to have a right to You could tell by the light as it flickered off/on It was a major-like emergency with all the knobs on Call a paramedic with a first-aid kit And a third class brain and for God's sake be quick And just as everybody starts to hyperventilatin' The whole thing starts to shake and resume it's elevatin'. Yep Later on that evening When the snow had fallen The girls were calling She slips on her raincoat Of the finest woven green tarapaulin She puts a bunch of worms into the hole of her guitar For the raven if he needs to eat they're going pretty far And just before she packs it in its plastic carry case He pokes his battered beak out and drops The diamond necklace He'd stolen just the day before the jar Which hold her neck and face like a jeweled star Stop that, she said, look at what you've done But it played a pretty song 'cos it was overcome By the light of the moon and the way it shone As it glittered on the E string which was highly strung So they make it, wading through the melting ice When they got there, it's hot there everybody was nice She told a stupid joke and felt like a fool And they said how's the bird and from its hole it said i'm cool. Yep