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A selection of some of Mary's songs
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda blind
Got tequila on my t-shirt, desperation on my mind
In just a couple days now I’ll be turning seventeen
And I got this little streak in me that’s twenty times mean
Dress it up more like a high school whore
Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for
Don’t like parties but they get me drunk
And my ship’ll come in before I’m sunk
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda stewed
And the drug that fills my system puts me in a reckless mood
Wanna drink a little rum and have a lot of sex
Doing everything the opposite that dear old Dad expects
Gonna dress it up more like a high school whore
Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for
Don’t like parties but they get me laid
And I’m off no better if I left or stayed
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda trashed
Somebody found a six-pack that he didn’t know he’d stashed
Said I’d fuck him for a Mickey, said I’d fuck him for a light
Won’t be the only actress at this curtain call tonight
Secret smile in his eyes, a bonfire in his hair
And the lace upon the push-up bra reminds me why it’s there
It’s early in the morning and the sky is turning grey
And I’m punching in his ticket ’cause it’s Sadie Hawkins Day
Dress it up, baby - this girl’s no lady
And she doesn’t want to be ignored
Heart like granite - where’s the vodka, dammit?
When I’m stone cold sober I’m stone cold bored
Dress it up more like a high school whore
Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for
Don’t like parties but I feel all right
And I be back again tomorrow night
Hey now Ophelia
Are you looking for a swim?
Yeah, your man’s done you wrong
So, whatcha gonna do to him?
Any Dane’ll tell you, girlie
You take a chance with one-night stands
Got a pocket full of posies
And a lily in your hands
Hey now, Ophelia
Gonna be or not to be?
Swirling in the icy water
Get thee to a nunnery
Such a shame that our affairs from England came too late
That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead
There’s something rotten in this state
Into the depths we go
Watch out for the undertow
The tide is high today
Watch you don’t get swept away
I’m not amused anymore
And nothing’s a muse anymore
I sing of love and of hate
But I’m just masturbating my soul
And I don’t want to live anymore
And I don’t want to give anymore
If I fawn, if I flirt, I just keep getting hurt
And it’s taken its toll
I wish I could fuck all my sorrow away
And fuck ’til the dawn of the next fucking day
Fuck the chorus and verse, fuck the pain getting worse
Fuck it all ’til I burn
I wish I could fuck all of you ’til you see
I’m the worst fuck up in all history
Fuck your image and mine, fuck your limp valentine
Fuck it all ’til I learn
I’m not a kid anymore
I don’t know what I did anymore
But on every damn pass, karma bushwacks my ass
And I get it all back
And I don’t want to move anymore
I’ve got nothing to prove anymore
If I run, if I sit, still it all turns to shit
Then it turns to attack
I wish I could fuck all the memory I keep
Fuck the next ten years and just go to sleep
I’m fucked if I do and I’m fucked if I say
I’m fucked if I don’t, so I’m fucked anyway
I wish I could fuck all of you ’til you see
I don’t need your mercyfuck sympathy
Fuck your word and your prayers, fuck your stares and my cares
Fuck it all ’til I learn
Darlin’ take the duct tape from the shelf
Save me from my foolish, drunken self
Character assassinations
From my spirits and libations
It’s just the bottle talking now
As the intoxication flows
My sweet inebriation grows
When martinis pass my lips
All my quips get razor tips
It’s just the bottle talking now
And I take another swallow
Could it be my leg is hollow?
Shot, with a beer to follow
My charm is cashed
I must be trashed
Darlin’ take this cocktail from my sight
Take my keys and make me spend the night
Won’t live down the things I say
If I live to see another day
It’s just the bottle talking now
He said, "Mary is the rarest gem
And she’s the wildest flower.
I’ll make my Mary merrier
With every passing hour."
So I made a certain sacrifice
As soon as we were through
I said, "Your Mary loves you, lad."
And he said, "‘Mary’ who?"
You don’t know if an apple’s rotten
’Til you take a bite
You don’t know if there’s breakfast comin’
’Til you spend the night
And I’m sure I’ll kiss my share of frogs
Before my time is done
The world is full of bastards
And I’ve dated every one
Eh, the lad was oh-so-generous
Much more than you would think
He didn’t have a license
But he still drove me to drink
And I had no insecurities
So he gave me some of his
But I didn’t need his sorrow, man
I’m Irish as it is
You don’t know if the beer is bitter
’Til you buy a glass
You don't know if your peace of mind
Is just a piece of ass
And I’m sure I’ll kiss my share of frogs
Before my time is done
The world is full of bastards
And I’ve dated every one
These triumphs and successes
Just lead to bigger messes
Once blessed and bound for glory
But that's another story
All your dreams will fall apart
Your fondest wishes too
And the fears you thought you conquered
Will be right here when they do
Whispers of a history
You’d left for dead and gone
Like the little bird who told me
That you ain’t no fuckin’ swan
Self-taught and -referential
Drunk on your own potential
That cruel and patient chuckling
Is just your inner duckling
Eager to expose you
For the hero that you’re not
And remind you in its lullabies
Of failures you’d forgot
Whispers of a history
You’d left for dead and gone
Like the little bird who told me
That you ain’t no fuckin’ swan
If you were really clever
You’d make it live forever
Pray God that when the drought hits
You get to keep the outfits
Once upon a time there was a cotton-candy slut
Who would’ve been a beauty if she kept her mouth shut
Polyester princess gettin’ pretty plenty play
Tore up from the floor up, man -- and this is what she’d say:
"I’m so sexy, I’m so sorry
Bargain basement Mata Hari
My proportions epidemic
Just a bimbo with a gimmick."
Has a man she keeps on hand for when she needs a fix
Every time he kisses her he tastes like other chicks
That’s all fine ’cause she don’t mind it if he isn’t true
Plenty more where he came from and they all want her too
She’s so super, she’s so swell
Cut-throat, cut-rate Jezebel
No one’s drone, nobody’s fool
Grows her own and owns her cool
Boys’ll come and boys’ll go -- it doesn’t bother her
Last names are a mystery and first names are a blur
Maybe when she’s done with sin she’ll settle down at last
Says: "Why they call it ‘slow gin’ when it works so damn fast?"
She’s a starling, she’s a swan
Discount whore of Babylon
Tear your heart out by the roots
Magdalene in go-go boots
Holy Mary pray for us
Holy Mary pray for us
Mata Hari pray for us
Mata Hari pray for us
Baby, you’re a poseur
Honey, I should know
You ask me where the shows are
But then you never go
Poseur purgatory
Awaits you at the end
But that’s not my story
I’ll tell you why, my friend
Got my Martens on with steely toes
Spike my hair and pierce my nose
I’m goin’ up to Punk Rock Heaven
Hippie Hell awaits you, Jack
Unless you take that tie-dye off your back
And jump the track to Punk Rock Heaven
The smack up there is pearly white
There’s always time to pick a fight
The leather pants are nice and tight
The Pistols play there every night
Got my guitar and my drum
Hey Johnny Thunders -- here I come!
Comin’ up to Punk Rock Heaven
If I was you I tell you, son
I’d pierce my nipples with a staple gun
And make a run for Punk Rock Heaven
The smack up there is white as snow
Pack my bags, man -- here I go!
Maybe in an hour or so
I’ll catch a G.G. Allin show
Hey every junky, punk and freak
If Manic Panic makes you weak
Then follow me and catch that train
Pleased to meet you, Kurt Cobain
I need a mohawked, tattooed, flannel-clad
Combat-booted lovely lad
To take me up to Punk Rock Heaven
My manner is imperious
My logic is empirical
And I’m bad at being a girlfriend
So I’m hoping for a miracle
I fear your disappointment
When I don’t turn out ethereal
Though either way for me
I know it means some new material
Now don’t go thinkin’ that you’re special
Just because you are
’Cause I’m bound to overthink it
And I always go too far
But if you think this kind of tempest
May just be your cup of tea
Then I’d like to offer you
The heart of me
Each attempt to clarify
Serves only to confuse
And it feels just like a fracture
But it looks more like a bruise
And my heart can’t bear the weight
Of one more empty "I love you"
And I’ve strained my eyes to blindness
Trying to find a point of view
Now don’t go thinkin’ that I’m crazy
Just because I am
’Cause I wouldn’t act indifferent
If I didn’t give a damn
And if you think this kind of tempest
May just be your cup of tea
Then I’d like to offer you
The heart of me
Now don’t go thinkin’ that I love you
Just because I do
’Cause I’ve never met a certainty
I couldn’t misconstrue
But if you think this kind of tempest
May just be your cup of tea
Then I’d like to offer you
The heart of me
Yes, I’d like to offer you
The heart of me
I went to years of public schools
Those education tractor-pulls
It gave me a diploma and a scar
"I want to be a star!" I cried
They said, "You’re overqualified.
Why don’t you learn to tune your damn guitar?"
I fucked a bunch of stupid men
Went back and fucked ’em all again
Was never much for romance anyhow
Pressing Sunday comic art
Onto my Silly Putty heart
It doesn’t break, just bends a little now
I was gonna change the world through music
I was gonna fall in love
I was gonna live the good life I’d been hearing so much of
I was gonna be a rock star, baby
I was gonna have some fun
I sure miss twenty-one
Every friend a starving artist
Argue over who’s the smartest
Every contest ending in a draw
Masquerade as petty thugs
And do some psychedelic drugs
Nipping at the ankles of the law
We were gonna start a revolution
We were gonna make the scene
We were gonna marry movie stars and storm the silver screen
We were gonna write important novels
We were gonna start a band
It hasn’t gone as planned
Spent more years than I remember
In a club where every member
Never feels as if he quite belongs
Searching for my pleasure in
Some brand-new kind of deadly sin
My life is just as aimless as my songs
I’m gonna make it back to college
I’m gonna quit my job
I’m gonna buy the store that I’d been planning just to rob
I’m gonna teach this old dog new tricks
Drinking from the brimming cup
As soon as I wake up