Paul Westerberg - Crackle & Drag Lyrics
What's the matter here?You never repairThe lady's cursed with insightYou never fix her, with a cold stareShe's all broken insideShe made a good go, like a weeping willowHer limbs clung to the groundShe closed the window, and made a pillowAnd lay her head downAnd as her baby slept, she took a long deep breathNow they're zipping her up in a bagCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragAnd the Cadillac's waiting to take her awayCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragAnother head cold, another spirit oldMmmm, FebuaryHer hair was dirty, and she was 30 in 1963And while her baby slept she took a long deep breathAnd they're zipping her up in a bagCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragThe Cadillac's waiting to take her awayCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragAnd drag, and drag, and dragShe made a good go, for a weeping willowShe stuffed some rags on the floorShe closed the windowShe made a pillow on the oven doorAnd took a long deep breathWhile her baby sleptNow they're zipping her up in a bagCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragAnd the Cadillac's waiting to take her awayCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragThey're zipping her up in a bagCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragThe Cadillac's waiting to take her awayCan you hear her blacks crackle and dragHear her blacks crackle and drag
