Lucy was a ballroom fish
Stunk link vinegar in Indianapolis air
She wore a lousy tank with getaway straps, some stains on the back.
Now, Lucy always found herself in Columbus dives
Striking bone xylophones and blowing nine to five horns
She bruised like a pig, always had that cut on her lip.
She was often seen lumbering downtown after last call
With a bloke or two.
That lazy eye of hers, some said had a life of it's own.
Yeah, you'd hear she got kicked by a horse or had a battered past.
But no one noticed that eye always looked towards the door.
Oh, she wanted out.
The last time she was seen was at that motel near the train tracks, west end.
She was in the arms of the police and a paramedic.
She was out to please but all hell broke Lucy that night.
They say she put a lead pencil through a mans thigh then knocked him blind with one of those wooden drawers, coupled with a bible inside.
The innkeeper found Lucy sprawled like a salty starfish in the tub, glazed in blood.
She was picking away at the strangers face with a pair of tweezers she'd used to fix her eyebrows with that morning.
All hell broke Lucy that night,
All hell broke Lucy.