She's dying She is burned from the waist up On her arm Her ear is burned off, her nose is burned off, her eyelashes are burned, her fingers are burned She can't hold anything up and with medical advances, there's no end in sight for the hamburger lady When somebody tells you there’s a level of pain beyond the human mind The lady on the potty-chair Leave her, She's not burned from the waist down That’s what keeps her alive The tubes and the nightmares