Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine

She hides in an attic concealed on a shelf

Behind volumes of literature based on herself

And runs across the pages like some tiny elf

Knowing that it's hard to find

Stuff way back in her mind

Winds up spending all of her time

Trying to memorize every line

Sweet Lorraine

Ah, sweet Lorraine

Sweet lady of death wants me to die

So she can come sit by my bedside and sigh

And wipe away tears from all my friends' eyes

Then softly, she will explain

Just exactly who's to blame

For causing me to go insane

And finally blow out my brain

Sweet Lorraine

Mmm, sweet Lorraine

Well, you know that it's a shame and a pity

You were raised up in the city

And you never

Learned nothing 'bout country ways

Ah, country ways

The joy of life, she dresses in black

With celestial secrets engraved on her back

And her face keeps flushing, but she's got the knack

But you know when you look into her eyes

All she's learned, she's had to memorize

And the only way you'll ever get her high

Is to let her do her thing, and then watch you die

Sweet Lorraine

Ah, sweet Lorraine

Now, she's the one who gives us all those magical things

And reads us stories out of the I Ching

And she passes out a whole new basket of rings

That, when you put on your hand

Makes you one of the angel band

And gives you the power to be a man

But what it does for her, you never quite understand

Sweet Lorraine

Ah, sweet Lorraine

Well, you know

That it's a shame and a pity

You were raised

Up in the city

And you never

Learned nothing 'bout country ways

Oh, country ways

Oh, 'bout country ways

Yeah, country ways

Oh, country ways