The Dead Weather

The Dead Weather - Old Mary lyrics

rate me

Old Mary full of grease

Your heart stops within you

Scary are the fruits of your tomb

And harsh are the terms of your sentence.

Old Mary Sister of mine

Mother to the world

Carry this burden now

Until the moment of your last breath.

Now till the moment of your last breath.

I lost my place.

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