Diamanda Galás
Выпущена в 1994 году на альбоме «The Sporting Life»
Текст
Arms covered in blood, the war has begun hide the straight razor 'cause Baby's insane New telephone number, new lock on the door hide all the knives, 'cause Baby's insane Baby's insane, Baby's insane Baby's on a trip to the moon again Baby's insane, Baby's insane hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn all bare their claws at the sound of your name don't knock on her window don't knock on her door she's rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor Baby's insane, Baby's insane Baby's on a trip to the moon again Baby's insane, Baby's insane hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane The roaches are flying where she sleeps at night scream over her bed help us find some light it stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue she's dreaming of you with a hand on her gun Baby's insane, Baby's insane Baby's on a trip to the moon again Baby's insane, Baby's insane hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane She's picked you white roses from the funeral page there's a whole lot of cities where a good man can age I know that she loves you but it's time to move on don't miss the bus 'cause Baby's insane Baby's insane, Baby's insane Baby's on a trip to the moon again Baby's insane, Baby's insane hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane