Black Mary - Kyle Craft

Black Mary bless your heart

Born at the end of an age

Where the punk rock girls fake all their grit

And they love in the very same way

But you were their jackknife queen

Ransacked and agonized by the virgin boys and their rabid swing

They scratch at your door in the dead of night

Foaming at the mouth screaming take a side or just leave

But she can’t turn down a nice little kiss from a fool like me, she’s a thief

She stole every white flag, wet dream, wandering eye

Those boys fail to keep her every time they try

Black Mary, what’s it like to dive in deep with the dead?

To curse the fools and their whiskey jive?

To join in on what you resent?

The church says you’ve gone insane

The nurse says you’ve got to get out

But you’re stuck inside where you pray for rain

You watch out your window at a heavy cloud

But nothing ever falls in your lovesick drought, so it seems

But she can’t turn down a nice little kiss from a fool like me, she’s a thief

She stole every white flag, wet dream, wandering eye

Those boys fail to keep her every time they try

But it’s you that I hate to leave, yeah, you know that I’ll fall apart

It’s through you I learned to love the brightest side of the dark