: Old Mary full of grease Your heart stops within you Scary are the fruits of your tomb And harsh are the terms of your sentence. Old Mary Sister of
: Yeah, I love you so much. I don't need to resist. I don't need to exist. Dripping blue blood from the wrist. I don't need to resist. And all the neighbors
: I'm not the way that you found me I'm never here or there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let
: I can't hear you You're talking to yourself And what you're used to It don't work on no one else I'm gonna teach you And keep you for myself Gonna
Yeah, I love you so much. I don't need to resist. I don't need to exist. Dripping blue blood from the wrist. I don't need to resist. And all the neighbors
To be afraid is a luxury So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me
Knock on the door and the door knocks back The joke never go no further than that Fire goes back inside the match Back down the stack And we hustle
I can't hear you You're talking to yourself And what you're used to It don't work on no one else I'm gonna teach you And keep you for myself Gonna take
I run so far away from you Don't matter where I've been Run around the world from you And here you are again You're a real jawbreaker A real crook,
I'm the invisible man Like a broke down engine No skin on my bones at all No skin on my bones at all I got nothin' You can't hit me Yeah, you're looking
I ain't got no horse I ain't got no horizon Just the scars on my eyes I swear I got from crying Where I was born it don't matter There ain't no going
I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 20 days, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 100 ways, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha ha Along the
Let's dig a hole in the sand, brother A little grave we can fill together I got myself a problem That I been looking to sell Some people die just a
I'm not the way that you found me I'm never here or there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's
Old Mary full of grease Your heart stops within you Scary are the fruits of your tomb And harsh are the terms of your sentence. Old Mary Sister of mine