Leela Out beyond the city In a house that is plain Leela sits in an arm chair And slowly goes insane She conjures up her fantasies Gives them all a name Creates her clans of rivalry And so begins the game Transported by her visions Goaded by her dreams Her slow descent to madness Takes her to the extremes Leela fears the devil In a pretty red dress Her brain is so maligned That she starts to obsess Surrounded by the wildnerness No human within sight Poor Leela in her arm chair Believes that she is right The story has an ending It's not a happy one A winter's night when all was quiet She went and got her gun
