Jeanie In a Bottle (feat. Gareth Liddiard, Jim White & Chris Abrahams)

She drinks more than she would admit But she holds her liquor well Her clothes are always clean and pressed And her breath don't ever smell She puts the bottles in the bottle bank Before she meets the kids And their teachers never seem to notice Her eyes, her heavy lids Jeanie's husband doesn't notice either Or he turns the old blind eye Same way he turned a deaf ear to her When she told him, when she told him that she'd like to die Is it drink that's killing Jeanie? Or perhaps it whets the knife But the knife has always been there And it's been there all her life Jeanie's good at poetry She's better still at art And if you ever heard her singing It would break, would break your heart And she's crushed down what she could be Crushed down Crushed down, she's crushed down Crushed down Crushed down She's crushed down Crushed down She's crushed down what she could be Crushed down like a garbage bin And she dreamt sometime she'd raise the knife And do her husband in She's crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down She's crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Crushed down Jeanie raised her kids instead She did the best she could Whether that was good enough It's not up to me or you