The lady, poor lady   She lost all her things   For inside of her house now   The lady just stays   Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone   Ah...ah...ah...ah...      Over the floor, silver hair lays   Buckets of pills for days and for days   Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone   The remover is coming to clean up the frail   Pretty old ladies and puppy dog tails   Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone...      I am lost now   Oh where can I be   Don't go near that   You'll find it empty   Scissors cut spaces   Perfect and right   Tongue tied rhythms   May find you tonight      She takes medicine medicine   Every damn day   For she thinks she is sick   She was brought up that way   Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone...   Ah...ah...ah...ah...