Her parents named her Hallelujah, the kids all called her Holly And if she scared you then she's sorry, she's been stranded at these parties These parties they start lovely But they get druggy and they get ugly and they get bloody
The priest just kinda laughed, the deacon caught a draft She crashed into the Easter mass with her hair done up in broken glass She was limping left on broken heels When she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?"
Holly was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that And she's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back St. Louis had enslaved me, I guess Santa Ana saved me, St. Peter had me on the queue, the St. Paul saints they waved me through I was all wrapped up in some video booth when I heard her say "I love you too"
She said I've laid beneath my lovers but I've never gotten laid Some nights she felt protected, some nights she felt afraid She spent half last winter just trying to get paid From some guy she originally thought to be her savior
They wrote her name in magic marks on stop signs and subway cars They got a mural up on East 13th that said "Hallelujah, rest in peace" Hallelujah was a hoodrat, and now you finally know that She's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back
Walk on back, walk on back
She said don't turn me on again I'd probably just go and get myself all gone again Don't turn me on again I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again
So don't turn me on again I'll probably just go and go and get myself all gone again Hallelujah was a sexy mess, she looked strung out but experienced So we all got kind of curious
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