Mary on the Mend

Written by：Simon Aldred/Dan Austin
By rights we should have been choking
On every word the Preacher had us repeat
A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag
The first aid of a three time divorcee
Carried you home down through the subway
Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls
Like paint
Borrowed Gods been rubbing their backs on your window
Your summers are haunted with memories of love sick
Strays
Pick up your chin there's a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don't bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through
Brand fire new
Mary goes a diving in at the deep end
At the sliding doors of the 13th floor she prays
She says night fall gently on the weekend
When tempers are high and all those frustrations
Displayed
Pick up your chin there's a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don't bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through
Brand fire new
Pick up your chin there's a Saint on the mend
On a burnt out estate born of bones that don't bend
Coming back stealing hearts pulling through
Brand fire new
I'm hit I'm down I'm done I'm dusted I'm deadbeat
I am weak as a kitten been strapped to the tracks of a
Train
I have danced with the drunks and dodged all those
Filthy old whispers
But baby go give 'em hell and tell 'em it came with a
Name
Brand fire new