Then she took the candle to the door
Smelled the gasoline, began to pour
Lit the linen cloth, and screamed no more

No more
No More
No More


Crooked smiles from crooked miles in vain
Neatly stacked in crooked piles of pain

All that's left is fire for this stain

All the neighbors ran out on their lawns

They had known for months something was wrong
Howling in the moonlight she was gone
She's gone

She's gone
She's gone


Crooked smiles from crooked miles in vain
Neatly stacked in crooked piles of pain
All that's left is fire for this stain