Old Lost John: Music

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SICK MARY

Sick Mary, Sick Mary I'll make you a hot cup of tea
I'll lace it with honey and bring it to bed if you need
You're a tough girl and you can take care of yourself
But you brought this upon you, 'cause you ran 'til you fell
Sick Mary you're still and you're wild like the winds on the sea

Sick Mary, Sick Mary I wish you would join me for wine
But your body can't cope and besides you ain't got the time
'Cause you run around in restless galore
You attract everybody then close every door
Sick Mary you come and you go and you break every line

Sick Mary your demons are chasing you up every wall
But there's no one to guide you, and no one to answer the call
You're a burden of poor men who try to look strong
Your shrink needs a shrink, but you bring on a song
Sick Mary you're haunted but way too busy to fall

So bring out your prayers, your tricks and your spells
I'll meet you halfway, with chimes and with bells
And we'll twist every sentence and turn every truth
Take a bath with the elders in the fountain of youth
And we'll sing every song that has never been sung
But waiting like strings for guitars never strung
And I'll tell you I'll hold on to you very tight
And you'll sleep like a baby all night

Sick Mary, Sick Mary there's plenty here left to relieve
But no one will bring everything that another one needs
I may not be half as twisted as you
But I'm doin' OK like a second rate loon
And Sick Mary, Sick Mary you still look like my cup of tea

(Copyright 2006 Tomas Thunberg)