Her knee caps were scruffy and tattered her dress
But she was too busy to notice the rest
To notice the dirt that clung to here soul
Like a monkey on a music box - no brains or control
She's fetching a cold now 'cause they won't take her in
And the heart that she mended is tearing again
Tearing apart like a web in the wind
And she's like to let you know of it, but where to begin?
And if her deep demons you can't exorcise
Young child be wise and penny your eyes
Well the tale that she fashions is frightful and dark
But the bite of her living is worse than her bark
It's wonder and worry and sleep in between
And if it all works out right you might come out clean
And if her deep demons you can't exorcise
Young child be wise and penny your eyes
Well she made you an offer you just can't refuse
Some bread for your coffer and wine you could use
She won't preach salvation or redemption from sin
Just look in here weary eyes to know where she's been
And if her deep demons you can't exorcise
Young child be wise and penny your eyes
And if your deep demons you can't exorcise
Young child be wise and penny your eyes
