Quicklime Girl (A Long Days Night)

[Verse 1: Eric Bloom]
In the garden district
Where the plants grow strong and tall
Behind the bush, there lurks a girl
Who makes them strong and tall
The villagers call her...

[Chorus: Eric Bloom]
(Quicklime girl) behind her back
(Quicklime girl) behind the bush
(Quicklime girl)
She's the mistress of the salmon salt
(Quicklime girl, quicklime girl, quicklime girl)

[Verse 2: Eric Bloom]
In the fall when plants return
By harvest time she knows the score
Ripe and ready to the eye
Yet rotten somehow to the core
And they call her...

[Chorus: Eric Bloom]
(Quicklime girl) behind her back
(Quicklime girl) behind the bush
(Quicklime girl)
She's the mistress of the salmon salt
(Quicklime girl, quicklime girl, quicklime girl)

[Bridge: Eric Bloom]
A harvest of life, a harvest of death
One body of life, one body of death
And when you've gone and choked to death
With laughter and a little step
I'll prepare the quicklime, friend
For your ripe and ready grave
For your ripe and ready grave (grave)

[Verse 3: Eric Bloom]
It's springtime now and cares subside
And the plannings almost done
And fertile graves it seems exist
Within a mile of that juke joint
Where Coast Guard crews still take their leave
Quite listless in the sun
And the quicklime girl still plies her trade
Reduction of the many from the one
And they call her...

[Chorus: Eric Bloom]
(Quicklime girl) behind her back
(Quicklime girl) behind the bush
(Quicklime girl)
Well she's the mistress of the salmon salt
(Quicklime girl, quicklime girl) they call her (quicklime girl)

[Outro: Eric Bloom]
A harvest of life a harvest of death
Resumes its course each day
It comes as if by schedule
A harvest of limbs, of arms and of legs
The toes that crawl
The knees that jerk
The necks like swans that seem to turn
As if inclined to gasp or pray