This is where she had her fall from grace
No one says they’ve ever seen her face
She could be a homeless girl, living in a box
Or a house with fifty locks
But every one just calls her Orange Socks
A girl without a future or a past
Shame her timeless beauty will not last
Dead in anonymity amongst the grass and rocks
Her tangled, bloody locks
And every one just calls her Orange Socks
She was stabbed and left out there for dead
Or maybe she was hit over the head
It may have been an accident, it may have been a pox,
If the killer talks
We’ll know what happened to old Orange Socks
Tell me is it true? Was it because of you? What happened to old Orange Socks?
Lying in a culvert in the sticks
Some psychopath has surely had his kicks
Was it slow and merciful or a dance of cunts and cocks?
A slowing of the clocks?
What happened to old Orange Socks?
A girl without a number or a name
The cops are just no good at this game
Face down in a pool of blood, and nibbled by a fox
No pants, no shirt or frocks
Completely nude but for her Orange Socks
Tell me is it true...