Cherry Ghost
"Mary On The Mend"

By rights we should have been choking
On every world the preacher had us repeat
A stiff drink, and napkins in your handbag
The first aid of a three-time divorcee

Carried you home down through the subway
Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls like paint
Borrowed gods been rubbing their backs on your windows
Your summers are haunted with memories of lovesick strays

Pick up your chin there's a saint on the mend
On the burned out estate for the bones that don't bend
Coming back, stealing hearts, pulling through
Brand fire new

Mary goes diving in at the deep end
At the sliding doors of the thirteenth floors she prays
She says night fall gently on the weekend
When tempers are high and all those frustrations displayed

Pick up your chin there's a saint on the mend
On the burned out estate for the bones that don't bend
Coming back, stealing hearts, pulling through
Brand fire new
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I'm hit, I'm down, I'm done, I'm dusted, I'm deadbeat
I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a train
I have danced with the drunks
and dodged all those filthy old whispers
But baby go give 'em hell, and tell them it came with a name

Brand fire new