Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Half Hanged Mary , by - Elizabeth Cook. Song from the album Aftermath, in the genre КантриRelease date: 10.09.2020
Record label: Agent Love, Thirty Tigers
Song language: English
Half Hanged Mary |
| Half Hanged Mary don’t mind the weather |
| Birds of a feather gonna burn together |
| You can cut her loose, but that’s okay |
| She coming down anyway |
| Not a witch before but sure one now |
| Her tongue’ll look ya in the eye and lie ya out a vow |
| Ain’t worried about fate, ain’t worried about sin |
| Can’t make her afraid of dyin' again |
| Blow, Blow |
| Ladies who lunch stood around watchin' |
| Counted on her to cover their debauchin' |
| Tying her dress with a tattered sash |
| Now her necklace is a ropey rash |
| Had to put her down with them wickd rabies |
| ‘Fore she mad more black cat babies |
| Can’t serve antiquated charms |
| Please your countrymen with them marked up arms |
| When you’re spookin' the cow, spillin' the hay |
| Boilin' bedsores and forgettin' pray |
| Blow, Blow |
| Best beware of unbridled power |
| Hell hath no fury like a baby shower |
| Hate the plague that sure will get ya |
| Put your church pew in absentia |
| Maybe if Cotton coulda got a little higher |
| Woulda turned out better for Mary Dyer |
| Hell of a reason to sit around and fast |
| Couple of kids just showin' they ass |
| Better watch out, better lay low |
| Half Hanged Mary gettin' ready to blow |
| Blow, Blow |
| Who gets to say how you make magic |
| How the hell they know that heaven ain’t tragic |
| Rife with those who are deceased |
| There lies your wives and your daddy Increase |
| Take the pain and lay on penance |
| With a navel gazing run-on sentence |
| Invisible things they want you to see |
| Are the ones that paint them righteously |
| Make ‘em holier than water, holier than rain |
| Tell ya what is and what ain’t insane |
| Blow, Blow |
| Think through the trigger ‘fore you pull it |
| No such thing as a silver bullet |
| When you’re dealing with the devil and Pentacostin' |
| Believe they let her off in Boston |
| Better watch out, better lay low |
| Half Hanged Mary gettin' ready to blow |
| Stay on your side of the street |
| Worry ‘bout the ground under your own feet |
| Might find yourself danglin' by a ladder |
| Makin' you nervous, what’s the matter |
| Better watch out, better lay low |
| Half Hanged Mary gettin' ready to blow |