She dresses like Madonna,
Matilda, she’s a hooker down the street.
And in her arms it is colder
than anywhere you ever going to be.

She got dope burning in both hands.
She got thorned bushes around her bed.
Ten thousand black clouds in her brain.
They drove her insane.

She got kicked out because she couldn’t pay the rent
and her folks are from a foreign region.
Sick and dying in the pouring rain.
Poor Matilda.


from Folklore Noir, released January 6, 2015
Music and lyrics by The Maggoty Brats



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