Six weeks after the burial
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Of the young beautiful Mary
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I walk with a spade towards the
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Great cemetery in which she's dead
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Mary McEnroe, I've known you since I was two
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When we were nine, you were so fine, you were only mine
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At twenty-five you met Clive, you became his bride
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At twenty-seven you reached heaven because of me
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I dig in the mud, a coffin I see in which you must be...
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I jump in the grave
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Jump in the grave, eager to meet you
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In there you lay
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In there you lay, a pleasure to meet you again
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I carry you up
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I carry you up, I just want to see you again...
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We dance on the grave and we move like the sea
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This process reeks, you've been dead now for weeks
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Still you've got charm but I can't find your arms
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Mary bloody Mary is dead
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But I kept her beautiful head
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Mary Bloody Mary
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Defleshed |