Dirty old clothes underneath her toes   Fighting what she knows   So she throws it all into a big black pot   Stirs it all up til the pot gets hot   With the hands of a beggar and the tongue of a thief   Another crutch to bury her grief      Madwoman in a straw house   Madwoman in my house   And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse   Madwoman in a straw house      And what she knows is the moon makes her mad   What she knows links the good with bad   But the faith she bought with a shiny dime   Doesn’t seem to draw the line so   She made her own belief   That the truth was found in trees and things   But the x philosophy that she had grown   Wasn’t enough to save her soul      Madwoman in a straw house   Madwoman in my house   And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse   Madwoman in a straw house      But there’s one thing she did not try   And this one thing she cannot deny   It was a drowning notion that they gave   That could not supply her need   It was a haunting notion that she’d saved   But her peace could not be freed      Madwoman   Madwoman in a straw house   Madwoman in my house   And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse      Madwoman in a straw house   Madwoman in my house   And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse      Madwoman in a straw house   Madwoman in my house   And with the blood of bats and the tail of a mouse   Madwoman in a straw house