WASTING MATILDA
     

Legs are walking on the street
Some ain't on the move
Woman stalks her own beat
With an alleycat groove
Now she's pouting with her lips and sneering with her eyes
But her mind is far away while she swings her thighs
Got a secret place
That she keeps well hid
And it ain't in a bag or a screwed shut lid

Out of place wasting Matilda
Out of time wasting Matilda

Daddy lost his farm
And Matilda moved to town
Now a needle's in her arm
And her boss slaps her down
Daddy died of claustrophobia, Mama died of grief
And the dairy farm is now being used for beef
But Matilda's got a dollar
Gonna get somewhere
Gonna find another place with the clean sweet air

Out of place wasting Matilda
Out of time wasting Matilda

Wealthy man sizes her up
From a polished car
Says, ‘Baby come on up,
Choose a drink from the bar'

So he sweeps her away to a city park
Dumps her body clothed only by the moonless dark
And the byline says Matilda had an overdose
Just another piece of trash, another madman's boast
But the paper didn't mention
Matilda's screams
And the TV didn't talk about Matilda's dreams

Out of place wasting Matilda
Out of time wasting Matilda

[Angry solo to end].



© David Lowe 1990