Martha sits by the telephone Hoping someone will call She's on her own again She has so much she can talk about And there'll be gossip she can hark about again
If you stumble home drunk and loud To an empty room with no one waiting there Is your life a black and broken cloud? Then Martha will feed upon your despair
See the curtain move, she watches you Listening through the broken walls and rotting floors Don't make a slip, Martha catches you Hiding on landings and peering 'round the doors
If you'd enjoy yourself and laugh and sing Then Martha will disapprove and shake her head No matter what the day ahead will bring Martha will circulate each word you said
Like the vulture Martha hovers high Waiting to pounce upon your shattered dreams Her twisted smile and her nodding head Disguise her haggard world of lies and schemes
Who was it took and broke her young girl's heart And branded it and burned her mind? Who was it tore her life apart And left it for the rats to find?
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