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 To put the voices down And one day after 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 lost in their own abyss We met out 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 after her birthday They found her hanging upside down They say she lived her life an American They say she who*ed herself for pills They claim they offered her their helping hand But their talk's all the same to me They call themselves her family It just makes me ill