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Margery
03:12
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Margery got the kind of face makes the dead crawl out of their grave
Woman knows how to bless the Lord but she don't know how to behave
She wore a white dress, she made a fine mess oh they won't let her in the church no more
She wouldn't look back, she run her own track hope she knows what she's asking for
Verily verily I say unto you, got a girl knows what to do
Margery's holding me where it hurts the most
I don't want no woman of Babylon I want a half baked saint like you
Margery hammer me with the Holy Ghost
Mysticized on a Sunday ride she cried so hard she fell off her donkey
Girl you gotta do like the angels did to you I don't care if you do it in the wrong key
And they say she got the devil within cause she got no time for sin
She's always on the move
Thomas Aquinas get thee behind us cause when it comes to God
The heart is the only proof
Verily verily... (chorus)
What do you see Margery? (3x)
Hey Margery gimme the blueprint wanna travel the land and not leave a footprint (4x)
What do you see Margery? (4x)
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Yes mama I won't say a word
Cause bowing and kowtowing gets you to the front of the herd
And no is for white kids, and why is for lightweights, and crying would be just absurd
Yes Mama, I won't say a word
Yes mama, I won't rest my hands
I'll just keep playing the cello till I finally understand
How I'll thank you later for my ten crippled fingers
It's all part of your master plan
Oh yes mama I won't rest my hands
Cause I know I've got to be
Number one at whatever you want me to be
And the hours they don't reverse
You just get older with all the faces you rehearse
Oh yes mama, I won't close my eyes
I'll just read the whole Times while you cut me down to size
And I won't make the mistake of taking a break cause it's a dirty American lie
Oh yes mama I won't close my eyes
Cause I know I've got to be...
Yes mama, thanks for all the trips
To Paris and Rome and the places you see in movie clips
Cause to raise a success it's usually best to take him on a lot of planes and ships
Oh yes mama thanks for all the trips
Hey mama you're funny, funny as a stroke
You should write a book with every piece of wisdom that you ever spoke
You know it'll sell like hotcakes, when they call you a fruitcake, just tell em it was all a joke
Oh yes mama you're funny as a stroke
Cause I know I've got to be...
And I won't place last again
I got the sages of the ages shaming me within
And the hours they don't return
You just get older with all the facts you never learn
Hey mama it's your most beloved son
You never told me it would be so hard to be twenty one
Guess I'll go to lecture carrying a loaded gun
Ma it's your most beloved son
Yes mama (4x)
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Vengeance
04:19
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Girl's eleven knows eleven words
She knows a twelfth she knows it won't be heard
They cut her hair, they check her tattoos
Pat her cheeks and put her to use
Cops and robbers lying in wait
Mouths full of promises and hands full of bait
Shoes and a shower and maybe a clean shave
Give us your body and maybe we'll behave
The deal's fair, cause you know we care
Vengeance is mine, thus saith the Lord
Sometimes it's hard to wait
I see you Peter reaching for your sword
You're reaching much too late
And I'm thinking about the traffic I'm thinking about the dumb crowds
I'm thinking about the time you ditched me downtown
I'm thinking about the traffic I'm thinking about the dumb crowds
I'm thinking about new ways to ditch you here now
Cause I'm so slick, and I'm brainsick
Vengeance is mine, thus saith the Lord...
There must be a plan that we don't know about
It's written on the walls
Of all the rooms we've never searched out
It's coming for us all
Mmmm....
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Hem of Your Robe
06:03
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I don't know why I thought you'd be a blue eyed sundried figurine
And I don't even know how long I took praying every name in the telephone book
Faces reflected in a green on black screen made in the image of a digital dream
But all the machines we love the most could never generate my favorite ghost
You're full of mistakes say the elegant fakes, you're full of great mistakes
Change your desire said the bush on fire, change your faint desire
And I caught you, said I caught you, you know I caught you by the hem of your robe
And I caught you, said I caught you, you know I caught you by the hem of your robe
And a thousand interstates entangled the fortunes of the newly fangled
And fingers traced out on the window rooftops where we used to mingle
You're full of mistakes say the elegant fakes, you're full of great mistakes
Change your desire said the bush on fire
Change your faint desires
And I caught you...
I don't want the stability of mathematics
I want the kind of truth that gives way to panic
And I don't want the vision of the mechanized
I want the veins to strain inside my eyes
And I really don't know if it's better to rest my head beneath a sinner's flood
Cause all I can see for miles are people faking smiles as they drown in twelve years of blood
But I caught you...
You gotta change your desire said the bush on fire
Change your quaint desire
Change your desire said the bush on fire
Change your quaint desire
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