Kat Robichaud - She Looked Like She Owed Death Money Şarkı Sözleri

She stalked into the place, a silence followed after
Her eyes cried out in sunken grace
Who's going to be my victim
You could tell that she had been around the block and back again
A Grizabella sown with sin
No mother ever loved her
Ah Ah

She picked the weak one from the herd,
a broken soul in mourning
Summoned him without a word
A siren with no warning
Zombie steps, he fell to her
Sucked dry gravitational purr
Slapped back into the black
Another goner to the ruin

And the men let go their breath
Removed their hands from round their necks
and breathed a sigh (ah ah)
One brave soul broke the silence
With a voice shot like a gun
He bellowed "Holy Jesus, Mother Mary
She looked like she owed death money"
She looked like she owed death money
She looked like she owed death money
She looked like she owed death money
Nothing hurts worse than feeling the cold
But listen to me if you want to grow old
Nothing's worth the price you pay for her
And she's waiting at the bottom
She's waiting

They turned to see who spoke
A shadow by the fire
Gnarled hand reached to the youth
and beckoned them "come closer"
Heed my tale and hear me well
That harpy hound come straight from hell
and stole me there for 50 years
and this is all's left over
Ah Ah

Now he leaned with creaking age
His face caught in the fire
Gasps of horror filled the air upon his ghastly hollow
Just a skull with skin stretched thin
A rotting sallow skeleton
An echoed rattle from within
Wrenched back his head and howled
Ah Ah

As the gin perched screeching
The wind whip-cracked the door
and sent the screaming men into the night (ah ah)
They ran until their hearts gave out
Collapsed into the moors and muttered
"what the bloody hell did we just see?
He looked like he owed death...
he looked like he owed death money"

he looked like he owed death money
he looked like he owed death money
he looked like he owed death money
ah ah ah ah

She's waiting at the bottom...

she looked like he owed death money
she looked like he owed death money
she looked like he owed death money
Never to speak of this again
Lest you want to line up next to him
Nothing hurts worse than feeling the cold
But there's no going back when your soul's been sold
And she's waiting at the bottom
She's waiting at the bottom