She Looked Like She Owed Death Money Lyrics - Kat Robichaud

She stalked into the place, a silence followed after 

Her eyes cried out in sunken grace 

Who's going to be my victim 

You could tell that she had been around the block and back again 

A Grizabella sown with sin 

No mother ever loved her 

Ah Ah 

She picked the weak one from the herd, 

a broken soul in mourning 

Summoned him without a word 

A siren with no warning 

Zombie steps, he fell to her 

Sucked dry gravitational purr 

Slapped back into the black 

Another goner to the ruin 

And the men let go their breath 

Removed their hands from round their necks 

and breathed a sigh (ah ah) 

One brave soul broke the silence 

With a voice shot like a gun 

He bellowed "Holy Jesus, Mother Mary 

She looked like she owed death money" 

She looked like she owed death money 

She looked like she owed death money 

She looked like she owed death money 

Nothing hurts worse than feeling the cold 

But listen to me if you want to grow old 

Nothing's worth the price you pay for her 

And she's waiting at the bottom 

She's waiting 

They turned to see who spoke 

A shadow by the fire 

Gnarled hand reached to the youth 

and beckoned them "come closer" 

Heed my tale and hear me well 

That harpy hound come straight from hell 

and stole me there for 50 years 

and this is all's left over 

Ah Ah 

Now he leaned with creaking age 

His face caught in the fire 

Gasps of horror filled the air upon his ghastly hollow 

Just a skull with skin stretched thin 

A rotting sallow skeleton 

An echoed rattle from within 

Wrenched back his head and howled 

Ah Ah 

As the gin perched screeching 

The wind whip-cracked the door 

and sent the screaming men into the night (ah ah) 

They ran until their hearts gave out 

Collapsed into the moors and muttered 

"what the bloody hell did we just see? 

He looked like he owed death... 

he looked like he owed death money" 

he looked like he owed death money 

he looked like he owed death money 

he looked like he owed death money 

ah ah ah ah 

She's waiting at the bottom... 

she looked like he owed death money 

she looked like he owed death money 

she looked like he owed death money 

Never to speak of this again 

Lest you want to line up next to him 

Nothing hurts worse than feeling the cold 

But there's no going back when your soul's been sold 

And she's waiting at the bottom 

She's waiting at the bottom