Mary Mary

Sun rises behind clouds soft and slow

Your mother sits waiting for the light to overflow

The gray's come uninvited and she shall not have her sun

Think about whether you'd rejoice if you were the chosen one.

The winners write the history and religion writes the rules

But prophecies are nothing acted out by men and fools.

We take chances on nothing and hold our secrets high

Chances taken long ago gave birth to the immaculate lie

Chorus 1:

Ooh, mary mary what burdens you carry

Heart and mind both broken, damage no one would believe

Ooh, mary mary what scars you must carry

Sin runs in the family running all the way back to eve.

Fire is only fire; gods have many names

They'll stone you like a liar if you dare dance in the flames

And know yourself a woman;

Fear hand in hand with "i don't understand"

The hate will flow as quick, as strong

As water from your hand

Blood from your baby's wounded hand

He came without your asking, no laughter in the summer night

Gods and angels come and go just as men, and who are we to fight?

To know ourselves as daughters and take pride in the phrase

Takes courage, strength, and wisdom

But they used you, used you up in so many ways

Ooh, mary mary what burdens you carry

A prophet and his mother--both of you insane

Ooh, mary mary what scars you must carry

They'll honor your sweet name and never know the truth of pain

Bridge:

Your pain...as daughters we have suffered all the slander of these years

Blame, mistrust and evil dance the galliard of our fears

So next time he calls you baby and belittles all your tears

Let him know your strength is boundless as your frailty disappears

Sun sinks below the ground, gaudy pink and gold

The maiden sits believing in the lie she's madly told

As mother, sits believing in the miracles she's told

Like biting backward glances, mary's chances all dried up and gone

Tell me boy, would you take your chance to be the chosen one?

Carpenter and harlot unwavering eye to eye

To see the other sides of the old original sin; original lie

Ooh, mary mary what burdens you carry

Slivers of the goddess that they never let us see

Ooh, mary mary what scars you must carry

Too late we resurrect you, reverently set you free (wish we could have set you free)