She's skilled at the art of deception and she knows it.

She's got dirty money that she plays with all the time.

She waters the garden but maybe she just likes the hoses.

She puts herself just a notch above human kind.



Chorus:

Ah Mary,

She'll bake you cookies then she'll burn your town.

Ah Mary,

Ashes, ashes, but she won't fall down.

She's the beat of my heart, 

She's the shot of a gun.

She'll be the end of me,

and maybe everyone. 

She's the beat of my heart, 

She's the shot of a gun.

She'll be the end of me,

and maybe everyone. 



…Ah…



You call her the bully,

She'll blow up your whole damn playground,

Pour her a drink and watch it go straight to her head,

She'll take you so high up and cover her eyes as you fall down,

Then in the morning don't be surprised if you're dead.



Chorus



Ah mary…



She's the beat of my heart, 

She's the shot of a gun.

She'll be the end of me,

and maybe everyone. 

Ah mary, mary, mary, America.

Ah mary, mary, mary, America.

Ah mary, America.