: Mary cries out: "for the love of God" As she's walking out of the laundromat Down the street and it's the short way home Feeling special cause she'
t like you but you gimme a blow I don't care Cause your hair just smells like cherry You ain't no fuckin' Mary You're fuckin' the Virgin Mary Oh yeah [
been traveling on this wavy road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everyting
it's time to get it started. Bump that talk, if you can walk that walk with a mouthful of salt given facial assaults. Gary, Tom, Dick, and Mary, nigga
some times it gets cold in there When my legs no longer carry and the warm wind chills my bones I reach for Mother Mary and I shall not walk alone
to such holy fabrics Darwin's proposal Bouncing back from colored glass Serpents will guide me to your hull Slithering between the pews of pearl I'll walk
: If you ever go to Houston better walk right Keep your hands in your pockets and your gun-belts tied If you're asking for drama, if you're looking for
They tell me everything is gonna be all right But I don't know what "all right" even means I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane Miss Mary-Jane
you take, I'm walking the same Beyond the horizon, the night winds blow The theme of a melody from many moons ago The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly
, And Let Everyone Know Just Where We Come From Mid-West Bounce, It's That Bounce That Make A Nigga Feel It When He Off That Ounce, Of The Mary Mary Mary
: I come from down in the valley where mister when you're young They bring you up to do like your daddy done Me and Mary we met in high school when she
: Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In
: The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways Like a vision she dances across the porch. As the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey that
how hard I try There's something bad, baby, wrong with me whenever I close my eyes The dreams of Mary keep me awake with every little curve in place When I walk
keep the change, bless your children, give them names, Don't trust men who walk with canes, drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet Broadway Mary
: Well Papa go to bed now it's getting late Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate We wouldn