Lyrics: Paul Westerberg. Crackle & Drag (alternative Version).

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Whats the matter here?
You'll never repair
The lady's cursed with insight

You'll never fix her
With a cold stare
She's all broken inside

Her limbs clung to the ground

She closed the window
And made a pillow
And laid her head down

And as her babies slept she took a long deep breath

Now they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?
And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

Another head cold
Another spirit old
In February

Her hair was dirty,
And she was thirty
In 1963

And while her babies slept she took a long deep breath.

Now they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?
The Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?
And drag
And drag
And drag
And drag
And drag
And drag

She made a good go
For a weeping willow
She stuffed some rags on the floor

She closed the window
She made a pillow
On the oven door

And took a long deep breath
While her babies slept

Now they're zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?
And the Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?

Zipping her up in a bag
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?
The Cadillac's waiting to take her away
Can you hear her blacks crackle and drag?
Hear her blacks crackle and drag?

Yeah