Music

Song Lyric

Edith's own song
From a jukebox that cost
A quarter so strong
Bought a story for anyone's ever been lost

Edith's own face
By the newsman at five
Her story so straight
Trades an image so tragic
They're shooting her live

They're branding Macefield at the tattoo shop
And now she's learning they will never stop
They're hanging Macefield on the music stage
And now she's turning in her shallow grave