She's got a double-handed grip on the dead man stick
Down the skylighted corridor
She's a double A-side and her rent's on the rise
Above her means on the thirteenth floor
Bettie Page styled hair she laughs without a care
Just as long as she's never alone
After dinner with her daughter - mother leads her to the slaughter
And her dad's dressed like Dee Dee Ramone

Coffin Candy thinks she's got it rough
Coffin Candy's almost had enough
She'll do anything to please 'em even at the mausoleum
Coffin Candy you can go get stuffed

Talcum did the trick - now she's giving me stick
She said that baby I was born to lose
I was working for the florist picking daisies in the forest
But she never has and never will do
She's got a double-handed grip on the dead man's stick
Down the skylighted corridor
Moving to the West side where the river's on the rise
Above her means on the thirteenth floor

Coffin Candy thinks she's got it rough
Coffin Candy's almost had enough
She'll do anything to please 'em even at the mausoleum
Coffin Candy you can go get stuffed

London never phones for Strummer and Jones
A new revolution's rockin' across the dial
Her life's been wasted on the living
She don't want nothing you've been giving
Tailfeathers poking out from her smile

Coffin Candy thinks she's got it rough
Coffin Candy's almost had enough
She'll do anything to please 'em even at the mausoleum
Coffin Candy you can go get stuffed