Good women
lie with losers everyday
I'll take him to the killing fields
lay him down
nameless and deserving
Because I swear I saw
my child in her eyes
And I swear I've seen his tears
in boys' eyes
So let the choir sing Hallelujah
As the flames rise higher
It pulls the heartstrings harder
To know that these hands held
Good women
bed the charmless everyday
They lead the lowest to their rooms
with their eyes flawless
and disarming
And he'll swear
he'll be your doll this time
But those dreams you had
they'll suffer they'll die
So let the choir sing Hallelujah
As the flames rise higher
It pulls the heartstrings harder
To know that these hands held
To know that these hands held
To know that these hands held