James Booth & The Return - (She Wore The) Mark Of Cain

Walking down the street, gotta letter to mail
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Poor Nancy Nick can't afford to fail
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
If this letter don't fly, she won't get her check
And all her customs of life go straight to heck
She'll be stuck with relatives who do nothing but wail
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Then some piece of shit with twelve tattoos
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Saw her walking and remarked something very rude
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
"Little mama with the boots, you're just my style
Let's meet up at my place, we can go get wild
Why don't you look at me when I'm talking to little old you"
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Nancy turned around and shot him a look
And just like a tree becoming a book
He started screaming and howling in pain
She wore the
Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma
MARK OF CAIN
Nancy's running down, running out of time
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Gotta mail that letter, stamps cost a dime
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Then some piece of shit with a tacky tie
Whistles dixie, shoots his fingers and winks his eye
"Girl, you're so good, you gotta be a crime"
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Nancy rolled her eyes, then looked again
The piece of shit gained a hundred and ten
His buttons blasted off towards coastal Spain
She wore the
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
M A R K O F C A I N
Her grandma took her, when she was five
Said, "Girl, there's more bad men than good were alive
I'm gonna give you something make them turn green
It'll be the scariest thing that they've ever seen
And baby, you can count on that"
Nancy made it there in the nick of time
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Sweating off water like a Texas lime
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
Then the postal worker asked a question too many
Nancy brushed him off, he charged an extra penny
That's when people who knew her well started to run
(Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma-ma-mamama)
The boy looked her in the face, said "you don't scare me"
Then the back of his neck got a bit extra hairy
She gave his soul got a fracture, or a sprain
She wore the
Ma-ma-ma-ma ma-ma
MARK OF CAIN

Written by:
James Booth

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