Mary J
This is song is for that special someone. You know who you are. Enjoy.
Mary J
I'm making a trip to the Strawberry Fields
Gonna chase those dragons
Gonna chill with those pills
I'm riding on high
Making friends with sky
There's no time for hurting
No time to cry
Hail Mother Mary J
I'm lost in my love for you today
You screwed my life
But that's okay
Cos I don't care
I don't care
I'm making a pact
With the friends from within
I hear all those voices
I know its my sin
I war on my own
A battle from hell
The demons inside
Burst out in a yell
Hail Mother Mary J
I'm lost in my love for you today
You screwed my life
But that's okay
Cos I don't care
I don't care
I look for the answers
Seeking these gods
Tossed in confusion
Bequeathing His Rod
I know one day
I'll find my way back
Twas not I who sought Him
But He, on my back
Hey Mother Mary J
You've lost your grip
On my life today
It's your turn to Slip
and become your prey
Cos I don't care
I don't care
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Identifying the deep pain of a pill-popper. The angst, agony and frustration - whipped in stanzas of random association and a tinge of symbollism. Sardonically cryptic.
Mary J
I'm making a trip to the Strawberry Fields
Gonna chase those dragons
Gonna chill with those pills
I'm riding on high
Making friends with sky
There's no time for hurting
No time to cry
Hail Mother Mary J
I'm lost in my love for you today
You screwed my life
But that's okay
Cos I don't care
I don't care
I'm making a pact
With the friends from within
I hear all those voices
I know its my sin
I war on my own
A battle from hell
The demons inside
Burst out in a yell
Hail Mother Mary J
I'm lost in my love for you today
You screwed my life
But that's okay
Cos I don't care
I don't care
I look for the answers
Seeking these gods
Tossed in confusion
Bequeathing His Rod
I know one day
I'll find my way back
Twas not I who sought Him
But He, on my back
Hey Mother Mary J
You've lost your grip
On my life today
It's your turn to Slip
and become your prey
Cos I don't care
I don't care
---
Identifying the deep pain of a pill-popper. The angst, agony and frustration - whipped in stanzas of random association and a tinge of symbollism. Sardonically cryptic.
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