Chatter the lips
Of whisperous words
What did she see
What have you heard
I heard there was something
Not quite right
That maybe her leg
Was twisted inside
Crooked and limp
From god knows what
Last I heard
Her leg had been stuck
Between two branches
Down by the lake
Screamed bloody hell
Until very late
When her father came looking
And found her dead
Her eyes wide open
Her lips now shut
As her father
Pleaded for mercy
No more soul
Only the noise
Of a silent night
With barely a star
That poor helpless woman
Will never go far
