They came in under the radar
When our backs were turned around
In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars
They rolled into our town
Confounded all six senses
Like an opiate to the brain
Mary shut the garden door
Looks like a lot of rain

Mary shut the garden door
Mary shut the garden door

We pounded Rachel's radio
For reports about the bridge
There was nothing but static
Nothing in the fridge
We lay there listening to the world
Whistling through the pines
When we heard the engines idling
Saw the headlights through the blinds

Mary shut the garden door
Mary shut the garden door

Rough dreams
Those voices in the kitchen
I woke up
And sensed
The new condition
They won
Storms raged
Things changed
Forever

So if you ever see an automaton
In a midprice luxury car
Better roll the sidewalks up
Switch on your lucky star
Cause this zombie does impressions
But not really to amuse
This ballad is for lovers
With something left to lose

Mary shut the garden door
Mary shut the garden door