Fornicators - St Mary

She's got her ticket and she's waitin' at the station
She's got to get away as far as she can
Her problems will arise as sure as the sun does shine
She's got to get used to living on the lam

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand
Shootin' down the law that shot down her dear departed man

When I last saw her she was lookin' troubled
She said this is the '90s I'm gonna be alright
She took the Greyhound in to Salinas
I got a letter then that she dropped out of sight

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand Shootin' down the law that shot down her dear departed man

Shrouded in anger
Encompassed by pain
He was your best friend and now you'll never ever ever see him again

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand Shootin' down the law that shot down her dear departed man

Written by:
LARS FREDERIKSEN, ROGER M. FREEMAN, TIMOTHY ARMSTRONG

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