Her parents named her Hallelujah, the kids they 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
And she said, "Father, can I tell your congregation how a resurrection really feels?"

Holly was a hoodrat, 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
And 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'd 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 hoodrat, and now you finally know that
She's been disappeared for years, today she finally came back

Walk on back, and walk on back

She said don't turn me on again (walk on back)
You know I'll probably just go and get myself all gone again (walk on back)
Don't turn me on again (walk on back)
You know I'll probably just go and, go and get myself all gone again (walk on back)

So don't turn me on again (walk on back)
You know I'll probably just go and get myself all gone again (walk on back)
Hallelujah was a sexy mess, she looked strung out but experienced
Yeah, so we all got kind of curious

(Walk on back)
(Walk on back)
(Walk on back)
(Walk on back)
(Walk on back)
(Walk on back)
(Walk on back)
(Walk on back)

Copyright: RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Writer(s): Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler