Mary on the Mend

By rights we should have been choking On every word the preacher had us repeat A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag The first aid of a three-time divorcee Carried you home down through the subway Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls like paint Borrowed Gods been rubbing their backs on your window Your summers are haunted with memories of love sick strays Pick up your chin there? s a Saint on the mend On a burnt out estate born of bones that don? t bend Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new Mary goes a-diving in at the deep end At the sliding doors of the 13th floor she prays She says night fall gently on the weekend When tempers are high and all those frustrations displayed Pick up your chin there? s a Saint on the mend On a burnt out estate born of bones that don? t bend Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new Pick up your chin there? s a Saint on the mend On a burnt out estate born of bones that don? t bend Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new I? m hit, I? m down, I? m done, I? m dusted, I? m deadbeat I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a train I have danced with the drunks And dodged all those filthy old whispers But baby, go give 'em hell and tell 'em It came with a name brand fire new