Mary Mary Quite Contrary
[Intro] [haunting slow coloratura run over dark piano and tolling bells] [Verse 1] Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? Silver bells ring for the ones you bury Cockle shells cut where the blood will flow [Verse 2] You smile so sweet in your velvet throne While the pyres burn and the faithful moan They called you pure, they called you blessed But every kiss you gave left a scarlet mess [Pre-Chorus] One prayer, one flame, one final scream [Chorus] Garden of bones, garden of bones You plant the dead where the roses once shone Pretty maids lined in a perfect row Their heads on pikes where the wild winds blow Mary, Mary, what a lovely show [Verse 3] Black lace gloves on your ivory hands You sign the warrants while the kingdom stands They kneel for mercy, you give them fire Your Catholic mercy is a funeral pyre [Chorus] Garden of bones, garden of bones You plant the dead where the roses once shone Pretty maids lined in a perfect row Their heads on pikes where the wild winds blow Mary, Mary, what a lovely show [Bridge] [slow symphonic violin swell with wide dramatic coloratura runs] Every silver bell you ring is a death knell chime Every cockle shell you press leaves a scar in time Watch me tend the soil where the traitors lie Iβm the queen of the garden and the reason they die [Verse 4] Now the throne is mine and the crown is red I wear their fear like a crown on my head No more hiding, no more quiet grace Iβm the bloody rose blooming in their face [Final Chorus] Garden of bones, garden of bones I plant the dead where the roses once shone Pretty maids lined in a perfect row Their heads on pikes where the wild winds blow Mary, Maryβ¦ now the gardenβs mine to grow [Outro] [whispered with dark sassy attitude over fading bells and violin] How does my garden growβ¦ darling?
