Doctor, doctor, where's the doctor   Wringing wet the woman hollers   Bandage wrapped around her hand   Collapses as they run to help her   Help her up and offer water   Did somebody call the doctor   Loud machines so foreign to her   Sent her splashing red against the wall   As her fingers fall      In the back a black piano   Sits in silence what do we know   Of it's past and of a time   And of the place it occupied   In the parlor with the daughter   Playing for her drunken father   Listening until he cried   You hear it echo out into the hall   As her fingers fall      In a bra and underwear   She's balanced now upon a chair   A letter written, tucked inside   A paperback, the rope is tied   Around her neck and through the rafters   This is it. she'll show the bastards   Everything she said was true   And now she'll be the envy of them all   As her fingers fall