Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Now beg ye thee, for I have sinned, I've done with all, but *** and gin.
Go call the priest, or make him mild, and tell him, Mary, no more to child.
It's raining storms, it's raining wild, I've lost the luxury.
I'm pure denial, so I don't deny, I still miss you.
I can't come, I can't come true.
I'm so up and down, and I know I was not alone.
I'm just as I seem, and now I'm going on this quest for me.
Whatever.
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to Mary?
Whatever happened to?
God is with her.
God is with her.

Jesus, holy Mary, confessing His plan.
I'd spit on blood and do my drugs
But if we don't get drunk on love
We're linked to nothing in the potting rain
Be a bad example and do it all again
I'll be a camera, I'll cut such scenes
And I'll never talk, I don't need to be
Tied to my feet, I won't go free
Be a dancing queen, I'm going on this race for me
I'm so up and down
And I know I'm spot on
I'm at last, now I see
And now I'm growing on this race for me
Whatever happened to me?
Whatever happened to me?
Whatever happened to me?
Whatever happened to me?
Mary, Mary, Mary
Quack country
Mary, Mary, Mary
Quack country
Mary, Mary, Mary
Quack country
Merry, merry, merry good country
Albino bread breathed through fluorescent winding sheets
Lying on four micro-slabs in a cold sweat
Like slices of lard sprayed with phenol
Fatty, fatty, fatty
Must be the night