| Song | Mary Was an Anarchist |
| Artist | Screeching Weasel |
| Album | Kill the Musicians |
| 作词 : Weasel | |
| Mary was a girl with a cause | |
| She was simply fed up | |
| Mary moved out to | |
| BerkeleyAnd stuck pins,, her face as a sort of statement | |
| Against oppression of her sex, yeah | |
| Mary took a walk in the park | |
| With a sign in her hand | |
| Mary threw a rock at a cop | |
| And man she felt like a man | |
| You know the ugliness became her | |
| But now she's gone | |
| She couldn't take it, take it, take it anymore | |
| And what she won | |
| She won a husband who embodies | |
| Everything she hated | |
| And all her friends from years ago | |
| Are selling stocks in | |
| IBM right on | |
| Mary finally saw she couldn't | |
| Change the world | |
| Mary often fondly looks back | |
| And pats herself on the back | |
| For a convenient romanticized version | |
| Of the facts of what she'd done | |
| But she didn't change a goddamn single on | |
| Of the oppressive pigs who made her what she was | |
| And the empowerment she felt was just a crumb | |
| Compared to all the butts of jokes that she'd become | |
| And now she's at the kitchen table all alone | |
| And she ended up exactly like her mom |
| zuò cí : Weasel | |
| Mary was a girl with a cause | |
| She was simply fed up | |
| Mary moved out to | |
| BerkeleyAnd stuck pins,, her face as a sort of statement | |
| Against oppression of her sex, yeah | |
| Mary took a walk in the park | |
| With a sign in her hand | |
| Mary threw a rock at a cop | |
| And man she felt like a man | |
| You know the ugliness became her | |
| But now she' s gone | |
| She couldn' t take it, take it, take it anymore | |
| And what she won | |
| She won a husband who embodies | |
| Everything she hated | |
| And all her friends from years ago | |
| Are selling stocks in | |
| IBM right on | |
| Mary finally saw she couldn' t | |
| Change the world | |
| Mary often fondly looks back | |
| And pats herself on the back | |
| For a convenient romanticized version | |
| Of the facts of what she' d done | |
| But she didn' t change a goddamn single on | |
| Of the oppressive pigs who made her what she was | |
| And the empowerment she felt was just a crumb | |
| Compared to all the butts of jokes that she' d become | |
| And now she' s at the kitchen table all alone | |
| And she ended up exactly like her mom |