Matilda had the kind of face that always showed me we don't always get what we want,
She graduated from the school of art,
Window licking and the sofa sticking,
She threw up on the shoes of the local policeman,

All my Life I never really knew her,
While no one else remembers,
This was Matilda, as I knew her

Matilda was always trying to shake her faith,
From the class Catholic-school clown and into those porcelain girls she'd seen in town,
With the fingernail biting and age gaps tightening, she pissed on the roses that the vicar had tried to grow there,

Everyone sends their loves,
They miss you Matilda

Salad George