In the heart of New York City
searched a mother for her daughter;
They found her, feeling darkened pity
in the brackish subway water.
The black mud caked beneath her nails
her eyes filmed o\'er and gray;
Her frame a pose of the agony throes
like gravity had lost its sway.
They brought her home and planted her deep
to conceal the ugly slaughter;
and to this day that spot is gray
like the brackish subway water.