Текст песни Poor Madeline

Rolled her eyes at the room Wouldn't last, she assumed Screw the room Screw the room Stubbed her toe on the bed Sore reminder of the home she had Screw the bed Screw the bed Poor madeline Poor madeline Poor madeline Poor madeline Climbs the mountain laundry pile Strips down on the bathroom tile Screw the pilе Screw the pile Soap suds spilling out of thе tub to the floor Can't scrub herself better The pain is not in her pores Not ready to give herself over to life When it's wake up in the morning And suffer or die Poor madeline Poor madeline Poor madeline Poor madeline