The big top is for dreamers,
we can take the circus all the way to the border
And the gallows wait for martyrs
whose papers are in order
But I was not born to live
to die and you were not born for queenin'
It's not too late to infiltrate,
the servants are just leavin'
Mary queen of Arkansas, your
white skin is deceivin'
You wake and wait to lie in
bait and you almost got me believin'
But on your bed Mary I can
see the shadow of a noose
I don't understand how you
can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose
But I know a place where we
can go Mary
Where I can get a good job
and start all over again clean
I got contacts deep in Mexico
where the servants have been seen
Marco Giunco |
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