The Old Hag Is Sleeping - The Fiery Furnaces

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

A linen being pawned on a eclipse

Pack the swatches in the pony-cart

Before the gate, he squints and is 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?

Well, I go and retire by nine

He’s in the Kansas City Cabinet today

Pretend I’m asleep, 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?