Lyrics:

She is inside there behind the wall
Sex in a bottle of brandy
She will sex it all
Finger laid like a lover should
Lips drawn tight as though she could
Suffer all those men with eyes
That bleed inside their head
Who murder souls in every bed

She is asleep there
Loot up on the floor
Troubled by visions of strangers
Who stand in her door
Holding flags of another land
A language she can't understand
And all she wants for Christmas is
Another glass of wine
My little darling Clementine

She is awaking another day
Hoping that everyone has gone away
Sunlight screams at the curtain drawn
It's 6am and the day looks long
Will she make it yet on a world
That unless suffocates its fools
It leaves a world not of its rules

There she is stumbling
Loot up inside the lane
Dresses in tatters as though she's
Lost again
Worries not of the sideways eye
Murder and you all can die
Please just let me climb these stairs
And slip inside my room
The darkness comes on too soon

She holds a letter tight in her hand
Above a candle sent from a man
A promise he would always live
In the shadow of the greatest gift from God above
Why did he then float away
Like embers from a fire
The letter burns and she retires

She is inside there behind the wall
Sex in a bottle of gin
She will take it all
Easier is the money for
Giving in like an aging whore
Watching her own body turn
Into a lump of clay
And fighting for someone to stay
Clementine
Clementine
Clementine
Clementine