Twisted bug eyed mary lied, about the homemade cyanide
All the men and children they cried
No one ever cared to ask her why
Leverman sits at his post, waiting to release the rope
Oh I hope, I hope, I hope
Oh I know, I know, I know why
So young mary she was hung, tried to escape tattered love
Oh young mary'd had enough, she'll be happier up above
Little Timmy was a dope, grew into a misanthrope
Believes the world it treats him wrong
Wishes we could all, all get along
But how mommy loves to hit, daddy had packed up all his shit
How was that boy to feel
How was Timmy to heal
Ooo his shirt once colored teal
Stained with blood, his hearts made of steel
Oh poor Timmy, tried to get away
Oh how he tried, tried to escape
Both these stories are the same, people with fantastic brains
Stuck with people born to hate
Tried there best, best to escape their fates
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Twisted bug eyed mary lied, about the homemade cyanide
All the men and children they cried
No one ever cared to ask her why
Leverman sits at his post, waiting to release the rope
Oh I hope, I hope, I hope
Oh I know, I know, I know why
So young mary she was hung, tried to escape tattered love
Oh young mary'd had enough, she'll be happier up above
Little Timmy was a dope, grew into a misanthrope
Believes the world it treats him wrong
Wishes we could all, all get along
But how mommy loves to hit, daddy had packed up all his shit
How was that boy to feel
How was Timmy to heal
Ooo his shirt once colored teal
Stained with blood, his hearts made of steel
Oh poor Timmy, tried to get away
Oh how he tried, tried to escape
Both these stories are the same, people with fantastic brains
Stuck with people born to hate
Tried there best, best to escape their fates
All the men and children they cried
No one ever cared to ask her why
Leverman sits at his post, waiting to release the rope
Oh I hope, I hope, I hope
Oh I know, I know, I know why
So young mary she was hung, tried to escape tattered love
Oh young mary'd had enough, she'll be happier up above
Little Timmy was a dope, grew into a misanthrope
Believes the world it treats him wrong
Wishes we could all, all get along
But how mommy loves to hit, daddy had packed up all his shit
How was that boy to feel
How was Timmy to heal
Ooo his shirt once colored teal
Stained with blood, his hearts made of steel
Oh poor Timmy, tried to get away
Oh how he tried, tried to escape
Both these stories are the same, people with fantastic brains
Stuck with people born to hate
Tried there best, best to escape their fates
Writer: Sean Conley
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