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I was an unmarried girlI'd just turned twenty-sevenWhen they sent me to the sistersFor the way men looked at meBranded as a JezebelI knew I was not bound for HeavenI'd be cast in shameInto the Magdalene laundriesMost girls come here pregnantSome by their own fathersBridget got that bellyBy her parish priestWe're trying to get things white as snowAll of us woe-begotten-daughtersIn the streaming stainsOf the Magdalene laundriesProstitutes and destitutesAnd temptresses like meFallen womenSentenced into dreamless drudgery Why do they call this heartless placeOur Lady of Charity?Oh charity!SongtexteThese bloodless brides of JesusIf they had just once glimpsed their groomThen they'd know, and they'd drop the stonesConcealed behind their rosariesThey wilt the grass they walk uponThey leech the light out of a roomThey'd like to drive us down the drainAt the Magdalene laundriesPeg O'Connell died todayShe was a cheeky girlA flirtThey 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 tooAnd they'll plant me in the dirtLike some lame bulbThat never blooms come any springNot any springNo, not any springNot any spring Aus Songtexte Mania