Here comes Mary pulling forty miles of pain

Walks in, slaps it down, she rolls it out again

She's force fed, fucked and shunted, she stands out in the rain

Mary's telling fortunes, she's got a fortune teller's pain

Here comes Charlie Goodtime, he holds all the wonderous things

Routine at throwing punches, he's a versatile thing

Plays dead or rolls on over, depends on what you bring

She rides a feral donkey - on the back of it she sings:



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Who loves? What is love?

Standing in the rain

When your face paint becomes war paint you can never wipe it off again

Who loves? What is love?

Standing in the rain

Does anybody here love Mary?



Mary's busy telling him she's only passing through

He believes it - she fakes it - the fake comes shining through

Charlie smiles nonchalant, makes reasurring sounds

Fires on her blind side, he joins her on the ground

And she sings:



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Here comes Mary pulling forty miles of pain

Walks in, slaps it down, she rolls it out again

She's force fed, fucked and shunted, she stands out in the rain

Mary's telling fortunes, she's got a fortune teller's pain

And she sings:



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She screams:



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