The Tiger Lillies

Well it almost makes me cry to tell
What foolish Harriet does befell
Mama and nurse went out one day
And left her all alone to play

Well on the table close at hand
A box of matches chanced to stand
Well mama and nurse had told her
That if she touched them they would scold her

Well Harriet said what a pity
‘Cos when they burn they seem so pretty
They crackle so they spit and flame
Mama and papa do often do the same

So she wouldn't take their advice
She lit a match it was so nice
It crackled so it burnt so clear
Exactly like the picture here

So she jumped for joy and she ran about
And was too pleased to put it out
Well the pussy cats they saw this
They said naughty naughty naughty Miss

Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh
She's burning to death we told her so

Well see what a dreadful dreadful thing
The fire has caught her apron string
She burns all over everywhere
She burns her nose and her arms and her hair

‘Til she's got nothing left to lose
Except her little scarlet shoes
And only these only these are found
Amongst her ashes on the ground

Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh
She's burnt to death we told her so
Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh
She's burnt to death we told her so

The pussy cats they sat beside
Her steaming ashes and they cried
Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh
She's burnt to death we told her so
Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh
She's burnt to death we told her so

The Bird

with Justin Bond

The Tiger Lillies

4:18

from The Tiger Lillies - Sinderella (2009)

When that bird sings in the sky
It's your mother who cries
That bird watches and sings
That magic bird luck will you bring

So here only hatred you know
With greasy perverts sink so low
Only drugs and on the game
Each moment you feel shame

Though all around wished you harm
That bird is your good luck charm
And as you sit beside her grave
Your life now so depraved

The pain of loss, ladies and gentlemen. The endless hours of suffering, mourning the one good thing in my life. Sure, my mother may have been a whore. But she wanted something better for her daughter. She had dreams of me being a checkout receptionist in a hotel. Or a shop assistant in a chemist's. But now, there's only the ache of loss. So I go and sit by her grave, with only that bird as company. And I cry me a river. And sometimes that bird sings. I think, maybe she's my mama. Re-incarcerated, boys and girls! Because, even though they say I'm a filthy crack whore, I have a spiritual side. And I was talking to one of the girls on the street. And we were talking about re-incarceration. Foxings told me she didn't believe in death. Life just carries on in different forms. So who knows, ladies and gentlemen? Maybe this bird is my mother, re-incarcerated!

Your life wasted on your back
Your only joy now is crack
Well up in Heaven she does wait
So never let your heart break

An angel disguised as a bird
Will listen to her every word
So Sinderella's heart won't break
Happiness in Heaven waits

The bird that sings from up above
She's the one who does you love
Well, when this life has been consumed
A crack whore you feel doomed

I don't know what it all means, ladies and gentlemen. Do we go to Heaven? Fall into the flames of Hell? Or are we all re-incarcerated? I don't know, boys and girls. But I do know something. It all means jack shit when you're in pain.

This world is cruel, this world is bad
In Crackwhore Hell, life is sad
The bird that sings from up above
She's the one who does you love

Then down that bird, that bird will fly
Take you to Heaven in the sky
Sinderella, crack whore
Your mother you does adore

When that bird sings in the sky
It's your mother who cries

When that bird sings in the sky
It's your mother who cries
That bird watches and sings
That magic bird luck will you bring

So here only hatred you know
With greasy perverts sink so low
Only drugs and on the game
Each moment you feel shame

Though all around wished you harm
That bird is your good luck charm
And as you sit beside her grave
Your life now so depraved

The pain of loss, ladies and gentlemen. The endless hours of suffering, mourning the one good thing in my life. Sure, my mother may have been a whore. But she wanted something better for her daughter. She had dreams of me being a checkout receptionist in a hotel. Or a shop assistant in a chemist's. But now, there's only the ache of loss. So I go and sit by her grave, with only that bird as company. And I cry me a river. And sometimes that bird sings. I think, maybe she's my mama. Re-incarcerated, boys and girls! Because, even though they say I'm a filthy crack whore, I have a spiritual side. And I was talking to one of the girls on the street. And we were talking about re-incarceration. Foxings told me she didn't believe in death. Life just carries on in different forms. So who knows, ladies and gentlemen? Maybe this bird is my mother, re-incarcerated!

Your life wasted on your back
Your only joy now is crack
Well up in Heaven she does wait
So never let your heart break

An angel disguised as a bird
Will listen to her every word
So Sinderella's heart won't break
Happiness in Heaven waits

The bird that sings from up above
She's the one who does you love
Well, when this life has been consumed
A crack whore you feel doomed

I don't know what it all means, ladies and gentlemen. Do we go to Heaven? Fall into the flames of Hell? Or are we all re-incarcerated? I don't know, boys and girls. But I do know something. It all means jack shit when you're in pain.

This world is cruel, this world is bad
In Crackwhore Hell, life is sad
The bird that sings from up above
She's the one who does you love

Then down that bird, that bird will fly
Take you to Heaven in the sky
Sinderella, crack whore
Your mother you does adore

When that bird sings in the sky
It's your mother who cries

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Tiger Lillies