House of the Black Madonna (live)

At the House of the Black Madonna, I cry like I knew I would At the House of the Black Madonna, I say, it's something I remembered And it comes to me like a dog, I am standing in a white-washed room You standing with your back to me, you cleaning your shoes You sometimes bring home other women And I have to wait on them It's now that you betray me And I don't like that, but I'm not unhappy At the House of the Black Madonna, my memories sing, let us live When we give, let us give, while we live, let us live She looks at the tears in my eyes, I say, it's just an old memory She says, sometimes I feel the same, that's not to say I let everybody see Her voice is cold and clean like the nurse's uniform In the hospital where our baby lay, freshly born, still warm Tag round its foot I didn't feel much I didn't feel a thing then I haven't again At the House of the Black Madonna, my memories sing, let us live When we give, let us give, while we live, let us live It comes to me like a vision I finally make my decision I will wear my little black dress I will drink myself to death At the House of the Black Madonna, my memories sing, let us live When we give, let us give, while we live, let us live When we give, let us give, while we live, let us live When we give, let us give, while we live, let us live