Letra de The Magdalene Laundries - Joni Mitchell

I was an unmarried girl
I�d just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me
Branded as a jezebel
I knew I was not bound for heaven
I�d be cast in shame
Into the magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest
We�re trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me--
Fallen women--
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...
Why do they call this heartless place
Our lady of charity?
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Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of jesus
If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then they�d know, and they�d drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They�d like to drive us down the drain
At the magdalene laundries
Peg o�connell died today
She was a cheeky girl
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you�d think at least some bells should ring!
One day I�m going to die here too
And they�ll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come any spring
Not any spring
No, not any spring
Not any spring