Lyrics
Rolled her eyes at the room
Wouldn't last, she assumed
Screw the room
Screw the room
Stubbed her toe on the bed
Sore reminder of the home she had
Screw the bed
Screw the bed
Poor Madeline
Poor Madeline
Poor Madeline
Poor Madeline
Climbs the mountain laundry pile
Strips down on the bathroom tile
Screw the pile
Screw the pile
Soap suds spilling out of the tub to the floor
Can't scrub herself better, the pain is not in her pores
Not ready to give herself over to life
When it's wake up in the morning
And suffer or die
Poor Madeline
Poor Madeline
Poor Madeline
Poor Madeline