Paroles de la chanson Mary On The Mend par Cherry Ghost
Auteurs: Simon Aldred
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Music Publishing (Uk) Limited
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By rights we should have been choking
On every word the preacher had us repeat
A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag
The first aid of a three-time divorcee
Carried you home down through the subway
Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls like paint
Borrowed Gods been rubbing their backs on your window
Your summers are haunted with memories of love sick strays
Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new
On every word the preacher had us repeat
A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag
The first aid of a three-time divorcee
Carried you home down through the subway
Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls like paint
Borrowed Gods been rubbing their backs on your window
Your summers are haunted with memories of love sick strays
Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new
Mary goes a-diving in at the deep end
At the sliding doors of the 13th floor she prays
She says night fall gently on the weekend
When tempers are high and all those frustrations displayed
Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new
Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new
I’m hit, I’m down, I’m done, I’m dusted, I’m deadbeat
I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a train
At the sliding doors of the 13th floor she prays
She says night fall gently on the weekend
When tempers are high and all those frustrations displayed
Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new
Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through brand fire new
I’m hit, I’m down, I’m done, I’m dusted, I’m deadbeat
I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a train
I have danced with the drunks
And dodged all those filthy old whispers
But baby, go give 'em hell and tell 'em
It came with a name brand fire new
And dodged all those filthy old whispers
But baby, go give 'em hell and tell 'em
It came with a name brand fire new
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