Mother Mary

Like Elvis, like everyone We all die, we all live on in photos And paperbacks, if we're lucky We're coming back Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over me We notice We understand We throw out all we can We're on the market We're up on racks If we're really lucky We're coming back Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over me Like Elvis, like everyone We all die, we all live on in photos And paperbacks, if we're lucky We're coming back I would never decide I would never decide Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over Mother Mary over, over me