Ballad Of Mary Jane

Poor Mary Jane got drugged with all the words he said
Pretty lies -that dug into her head
Well, he's gone, and now she's pretty dead

There were many things he wanted so say to her
Door locked, the choice was already made
Lying -still- in a white,stained bed

Fingers ran through her tear soaked hair -He knew this was not right
No, she was not the crying type
No, she was not the dying type

Trails of doubt running down his face -He had to make things right
Set his sister down, turned off the bedroom light
Front door -out- onto the wet paved night

Poor Mary Jane believed everything that dumb boy said
Threw herself in way over her head
Well, he's gone, and now she's pretty dead