Mother Mary Songtext / Lyric

Like Elvis, like everyone

We all die, we all live on in photos

And paperbacks, if we're lucky

We're coming back

Mother Mary over, over

Mother Mary over over me

We notice

We understand

We throw out all we can

We're on the market, we're up on racks

If we're really lucky we're coming back

I would never decide

Mother Mary over, over

Mother Mary over over me.