Mary On The Mend

	作曲 : Aldred
	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
	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
	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

	zuò qǔ : Aldred
	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 threetime 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 adiving 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
	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