Martha (Remastered 2010)

Martha sits by the telephone

Hoping someone will call.

She's on her own again.

She has so much she can talk about

And there'll be gossip she can hark about again.

If you stumble home drunk and loud

To an empty room with no one waiting there,

Is your life a black and broken cloud?

Then Martha will feed upon your despair.

See the curtain move, she watches you

Listening through the broken walls and rotting floors.

Don't make a slip, Martha catches you

Hiding on landings and peering 'round the doors.

If you'd enjoy yourself and laugh and sing

Then Martha will disapprove and shake her head.

No matter what the day ahead will bring

Martha will circulate each word you said.

Like the vulture Martha hovers high

Waiting to pounce upon your shattered dreams.

Her twisted smile and her nodding head

Disguise her haggard world of lies and schemes.

Who was it took and broke her young girl's heart

And branded it and burned her mind?

Who was it tore her life apart

And left it for the rats to find?

Martha sits by the telephone

Hoping someone will call.

She's on her own again.

She has so much that she can talk about

And there'll be gossip she can harp about again.