Year Two, Week Fifty: “Idlewild”

Lyrics:

Idlewild primped her hair
and waited for the green line
The track was broken up ahead
and so in the meantime
she thought about her family
and her mother most of all
as the lights of night looked down at her
just like a femme fatale
Times are strange, strange indeed

Somewhere a man was cheating
on his mistress with his wife
They couldn’t hear the door open
They didn’t see the knife
There was red upon the pillow
and screams upon the silence
as Idlewild turned a night
of passion into violence
Times are strange, strange indeed
Times are strange, strange indeed

What is this world we’re living in
What is this dark asylum
One bad man was laying dead
One woman laid beside him
as Idlewild fixed her hair
and waited to be caught
No sirens came for her that night
No charges ever brought
Times are strange, strange indeed

Idlewild left at dawn
and closed the door behind her
She never heard their names again
and no one tried to find her
She lived to be 100
She had no fear of hell
Murder’s just as easy
as waiting for the L
Times are strange, strange indeed
Times are strange, strange indeed
Times are strange, strange indeed

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