The Cult

Always said you were a Youthquaker, Edie
A stormy little world shaker
Warhol's darling queen, Edie
An angel with a broken wing
The dogs lay at your feet, Edie
We carressed you cheek
Stars wrapped in your hair, Edie
Life without a care
But your not there
Your never there
Caught up in an endless scene
Paradise a shattered dream
Why'd all the shit you took, Edie