Lyrics The Birthday Party

The Birthday Party

She's Hit

There is woman pie in here

Mr. Evangelist says, she's hit

The best cook you ever had

You can't blame the good woman now, dad

And you locked him up for twenty years

Now there's action on the basement stairs now

A monster half man half beast grind

I hear the hatchet grind grind

The pilgrim gets one hacked daughter

And all we get are forty hack reporters

Uptown's on a hundred skirts are bleeding

And Mr Evangelist says

She's hit every little bit

She's hit every little bit

She's hit every little bit

She's hit she's hit she's hit

Now if only we could all grow wings and fly

Sweet hatchet swing low son

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

That Christen the bastard Jack dad

The head shrinker is a quack

Anyone, anyone, anyone who'd wear their hair like that

The vinyl is so cool but the conversation's cruel

Hold my head Romeo it's in a rodeo

Hold my heart daddyo it just won't go

Hold my heart Romeo it's in a rodeo

Hold my head daddyo it just won't go

And all the girls across the world

And all the girls across the world

Are hit every little bit

She's hit every little bit

She's hit every little bit

She's hit every little bit

She's hit she's hit she's hit

And she won't get up

She's hit every little bit she's hit

She's hit she's hit yeah

She's hit she's hit she's hit

And she won't get up she's hit

And she won't get up she's hit

And she won't get up she's hit

Every little bit she's hit she's hit she's hit

Goodbye