We still remember, old hag
your sad and lazy gaze
We don’t miss your dirty old rags,
your mean and nasty ways.
Remember times when you looked so fine
you had holidays in the sun
breaking hearts, tears in the dark
you had so much fun.
We still remember, old hag
your green and slimy hands
flesh and bone, the place you called home,
that far forgotten land.
Now you dream of the past,
how could time go so fast
and you call for your friends, and you wish they were here
but you know too well that the end is always near.
Years go by and beauty must die
here come those rainy days
The lights, the flights, the music at night
it’s all just fading away.
And you stare at the floor,
no one comes anymore
and you fix up your hair like if someone was there
but you know that nobody really cares.
We still remember, old hag
your pretty piggy eyes
your long black dress, the house in a mess,
those big sharp bloody knives.
We still remember, old hag...
your early morning walk
your late night endless talk
that poisonous apple pie
those lies that never die
that laughter in the dark
those Sundays at the park
your greedy bitchy smile
your waiting for a while
those days of love and hate
your always being late
the game of hide and seek
that screaming in your sleep
those picnics by the sea
that slice and cup of tea...
