Her parents named her Hallelujah
The kids all called her Holly
And if she scared you then she's sorry
She's been stranded at these parties
These parties they start lovely
But they get druggy and they get ugly
And they get bloody
The priest just kinda laughed
The deacon caught a draft
She crashed into the Easter mass
With her hair done up in broken glass
She was limping left on broken heels
When she said, Father
Can I tell your congregation
How a resurrection really feels?
Holly was a hood rat
And now you finally know that
And she's been disappeared for years
Today she finally came back
St. Louis had enslaved me
I guess Santa Ana saved me
St. Peter had me on the queue
The St. Paul saints they waved me through
I was all wrapped up in some video booth
When I heard her say, I love you too
She said, I've laid beneath my lovers
But I've never gotten laid
Some nights she felt protected
Some nights she felt afraid
She spent half last winter
Just trying to get paid
From some guy she originally thought
To be her savior
They wrote her name in magic marks
On stop signs and subway cars
They got a mural up on East 13th that said
Hallelujah, rest in peace
Hallelujah was a hood rat
And now you finally know that
She's been disappeared for years
Today she finally came back
Walk on back, walk on back
She said, Don't turn me on again
I'd probably just go
And get myself all gone again
Don't turn me on again
I'll probably just go and go
And get myself all gone again
So don't turn me on again
I'll probably just go and go
And get myself all gone again
Hallelujah was a sexy mess
She looked strung out but experienced
So we all got kind of curious
Walk on back