Mary queen of Arkansas,
it's not too early for dreamin'
The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and
a bastard's love can be redeeming
Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving
No, you're not too late to desecrate,
the servants are just rising
Well, I'm just a lonely acrobat, the live wire
is my trade
I've been a shine boy for your acid brat and
a wharf rat of your state
Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
You're not man enough for me to hate or woman
enough for kissing
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'
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 out
all over again clean
I got contacts deep in Mexico where
the servants have been seen