The Ballad of Tuesday Adams

They said she was crazy
With inked up skin and wild eyes
Spiders and snakes, the town's mistake
She doesn't live here anymore

She was their martyr, the bruise upon their skin
She let them surround her but never let them in

One day she went walking
They found her half a mile from town
Looked for a way to make her pay
She cannot live here anymore

They never found her body
The press called it "a tragedy"
Life moved on, but she was gone
She'll never live here anymore

She was their scapegoat, they bought her at a price
She was their martyr, their bloody sacrifice