Ladysmith's walking a thin line
the one her mother warned her about
she knows about her father's side
they don't stop until the last drop
the body is a bundle of aches
longing for rest it cries when it wakes
she stretches her limbs towards bitter fruit
greeting the worm, no, she won't stop
coming on, like the dawn
Living don't seem all it's cracked up to be
went out looking for something more
first in a long line of bad ideas
we all saw it coming on like the dawn
all hail the proud pariah
hangs around with the lepers
she's been down so long it seems
it'd just be quicker to go to hell
Coming on, like the dawn
Well, nothing moves her
she's too numb to care
she don't feel a thing