Moves over the chain
Shakes off the cobwebs
Wakes to greet the day
Meet her husband
He threw her tongue away
Nailed to the ceiling
And it rots in the rain
Above where he’s eating
Forced to swallow the toad
Hear it croaking
Her body owned and sold
Not her doing
A woman’s choice is old
Reduced to nothing
Cold at the side of a road
Now she’s something
