Mary
Bloodhound Gang Lyrics

Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person going through hard times

Someone calls on me
But then someone reaches out to me

And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
Sometimes I cope with my problems by writing poetry

And curse those faults in me
But I also criticize myself for my flaws

And then along comes Mary
But then I meet someone new named Mary

And does she want to give me kicks , and be my steady chick
I wonder if Mary wants to have fun with me and be my girlfriend

And give me pick of memories
Maybe Mary wants to create good memories with me

Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
Or maybe she wants to hear about my struggles and past failures

No one ever sees
That I keep these things hidden from everyone

When we met I was sure out to lunch
When I first met Mary, I was confused and clueless

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
But now being with her fills me with joy and satisfaction

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
When women are driven by their uncertain desires

Whose sickness is the games they play
And they play games with the people they meet

And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes
And when they wear masks and pretend to be someone else, and people around them laugh

As who is most to blame today
Trying to find out who's responsible for the confusion

And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality
I wonder if Mary wants to help others get out of this cycle and see the world for what it is

From where she got her name
And I wonder where she got her name from

And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers
And will they have a hard time accepting that Mary's kind touch

Will make them not the same
Can change their lives for the better

And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed
And when the moment of crisis has passed

And flaccid kids are flung across the stars
And people who aren't prepared are left to fend for themselves

The psychodramas and the traumas gone
When the emotional dramas and traumas are over

The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars
The pain and sadness remains, and we don't know how to express it

And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
And I wonder if Mary wants to see and understand all the hurt and pain that people have gone through

She left the night before
And maybe she caused some of that pain herself

Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
But maybe people won't see the truth and will continue living in denial

Realize their urgent cry for sight no more
And they'll stop trying to see the world for what it is

When we met I was sure out to lunch
When I first met Mary, I was confused and clueless

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
But now being with her fills me with joy and satisfaction