Dirty old clothes underneath her toes
Fighting what she knows
So she throws it all into a big black pot
Stirs it all up til the pot gets hot
With the hands of a beggar and the tongue of a thief
Another crutch to bury her grief
Madwoman in a straw house
Madwoman in my house
And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse
Madwoman in a straw house
And what she knows is the moon makes her mad
What she knows links the good with bad
But the faith she bought with a shiny dime
Doesn