Letras:Fiery Furnaces (The). Widow City. The Old Hag Is Sleeping.

My Baby?s angry. He?s always so angry;
He smiles only when he can give me abuse.
What?s the use. What?s the use?
The church bells are busted again.
And at cakewalk class I?m out of sync.
I peek at granddad?s watch and take a drink.
Linen being pawned on a eclipse.
Pack the swatches in the pony-cart.
Before the gate he squints and?s ready to start.
My baby?s angry?he?s always so angry.
At best he ignores me and don?t curse and stare.
Despair, oh despair!
He gets pink roses sent by:
The Other Woman now lives upstairs
(You think she thinks he really cares?)
I go and retire by nine.
He?s in the Kansas City cabinet today;
Pretend I?m asleep and I hear him say:
The Old Hag is sleeping! Now Old Hag, stay sleeping:
If you never wake up, it?s heaven (as it were):
Widower! Widower!
My Baby?s angry, he?s always so angry.
He smiles only when he can give me abuse.
What?s the use? What?s the use?