Flowered Mary

Clowns are a clappin

So little time

Daddy still wonders

Mommy still cries

Doctrines of demons

Traditions at stake

Portraits expecting

Feeding my slaves

Kiss and tell

See you in hell

Victims of dogma

Hey where ya been

2000 and counting

Lapping their sin

Begging for your stripes

Tore out my eyes

I’m holding a secret

Kiddies won’t find

Kiss and tell

See you in hell

See the morning star

See the morning star

Suffocate the savior

Idol voices jingle keys insanity

Praise my filth nurse imagination

Smites round pay our disease

We’ve got flowers for Mary

Je-je-jealous Jesus

We’ve got flowers for Mary

Je-je-jealous Jesus

Routine rituals, why be at all?

Can’t take the questions nor the pain

Momentary precious, if I could I would

But nothing stayed the same

Can you see, can you feel,

Don’t you know it’s a dream

I’m your damned queen

We’ve got flowers for Mary

Je-je-jealous Jesus