Half Hung Mary
Wear whore on your mouth like a lipstick
Thank God there is someone to blame
Thank God he is spared all the rumor
For there is a woman to name
Fear of the lonesome woman
Fear of her milky breasts
Fear of the power between her legs
And her spoiled plight and caress
The rope 'round my neck has been tightened
The rope and the limb has been thrown
A man's soul is as spotless as a light
But send mine back to its blackened hole
And they call me half hung Mary
And they call me sour bitch
So offended by the words that I heard
Yeah and I first heard them from your lips
No don't blame the man
He's got little, small brains
Could he have known
A witch in his home
And that's what I am
But not what I was
A girl in need of comfort
A girl in need of love
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
And now your straw houses
And all your ideals
And how you love what's expected
I open that up to a deal
And then I'm your canary
Let's scream die oh
(Smells like smoke)
The angel of darkness
Which I always have
It's no time to be playin'
Out by deaths bed
And all of there joy is rocked to the ground
Go and be the victory lover
Your tongues gone, slap it around as I
Burn this whole town
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Thank God there is someone to blame
Thank God he is spared all the rumor
For there is a woman to name
Fear of the lonesome woman
Fear of her milky breasts
Fear of the power between her legs
And her spoiled plight and caress
The rope 'round my neck has been tightened
The rope and the limb has been thrown
A man's soul is as spotless as a light
But send mine back to its blackened hole
And they call me half hung Mary
And they call me sour bitch
So offended by the words that I heard
Yeah and I first heard them from your lips
No don't blame the man
He's got little, small brains
Could he have known
A witch in his home
And that's what I am
But not what I was
A girl in need of comfort
A girl in need of love
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
And now your straw houses
And all your ideals
And how you love what's expected
I open that up to a deal
And then I'm your canary
Let's scream die oh
(Smells like smoke)
The angel of darkness
Which I always have
It's no time to be playin'
Out by deaths bed
And all of there joy is rocked to the ground
Go and be the victory lover
Your tongues gone, slap it around as I
Burn this whole town
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
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