Old Mary Lyrics - Sea Of Cowards - The Dead Weather

Old Mary full of grease 

Your heart stops within you 

Scary are the fruits of your tomb 

And harsh are the terms of your sentence 

Old Mary, sister of mine 

Mother to the world, carry this burden 

Now until the moment of your last breath 

Now until the moment of your last breath 

Old Mary full of grease 

Your heart stops within you 

Scary are the fruits of your tomb 

And harsh are the terms of your sentence 

Old Mary, sister of mine 

Mother to the world, carry this burden 

Now until the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath 

Now till the moment of your last breath