She had a mental problem    She couldn't concentrate    She was her own delusion    She was her own mistake    She did a lot of acid    That put the voices down    And one day at her birthday    They found her hanging upside down       They say she lived her life on the avenue    They say she cried from the weight of her spit    They claim they were the only ones that she ever knew    Ah, but why are they weeping now?    When she was alive they were not around    They were locked in their own abyss       We met in the gutter    We shared a smoke or two    I told about my mother    She showed me her tattoo    She went out through the city    Got lost in Fulton Town   And one day at her birthday    They found her hanging upside down       They say she live her life an American    They say she whored away but still    They claim they offered her their helping hand    But the talk's all the same to me    They call themselves her family    It just makes me ill