"You get nauseous now as he speaks to you
Such proper language for acts so cruel"
Such proper language for acts so cruel"
~Bright Eyes - Amy in the White Coat~
This song was inspired by the Bright Eyes song "Amy in the White Coat", possibly the saddest song I've ever heard (up there with "Where the Wild Rose Grows" by Nick Cave and "Cold Water" by Damien Rice) and inspired me to use the character in a song of my own. Amy is Amy. Used with no permission.
Amy had a baby
A little piece of her
Now she’s got a reason
To get out of her bed
She hears the baby crying
Glad it’s not inside her head
Now everything’s real
Since Amy had her baby
Autumn leaves are turning brown
And the dirt is frozen grey
Green grass from the mountain pass
Stopped Amy in her tracks
And as the babies crying
Amy wants to stop trying
Alone and cold on the rocky moon
Amy’s gonna keep the baby
And now Amy’s missing
Her baby’s daddy
Now Amy’s twisting
She’s twisting ropes
She looks like her mother
It kills her inside
And her older sisters
He knew them too
Baby’s got no name
No words for Amy to confuse
She just calls him baby
Like she used to be called too
She gives him his bottle
And he drinks it all down
Then she picks up her bottle
A chokes one more down
And now Amy’s missing
Her baby’s daddy
Now Amy’s twisting
She’s twisting ropes
She looks like her mother
It kills her inside
And her older sisters
He knew them too
A little piece of her
Now she’s got a reason
To get out of her bed
She hears the baby crying
Glad it’s not inside her head
Now everything’s real
Since Amy had her baby
Autumn leaves are turning brown
And the dirt is frozen grey
Green grass from the mountain pass
Stopped Amy in her tracks
And as the babies crying
Amy wants to stop trying
Alone and cold on the rocky moon
Amy’s gonna keep the baby
And now Amy’s missing
Her baby’s daddy
Now Amy’s twisting
She’s twisting ropes
She looks like her mother
It kills her inside
And her older sisters
He knew them too
Baby’s got no name
No words for Amy to confuse
She just calls him baby
Like she used to be called too
She gives him his bottle
And he drinks it all down
Then she picks up her bottle
A chokes one more down
And now Amy’s missing
Her baby’s daddy
Now Amy’s twisting
She’s twisting ropes
She looks like her mother
It kills her inside
And her older sisters
He knew them too
Amy had a baby
A little piece of her
Now she’s got a reason
Now she’s got a reason
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