mary queen of heaven

(Tonight, love, I was forced to go to dinner with people who pray before they eat and oh love, the food it was blood red meat that they never killed but found, cleansed, at the supermarket and they never heard the screaming. So I ate nothing. I prefer my blood screaming.

Tonight, love, I thought they would take out that rosary, the one that Becky took to Medjugorje, you know the story, her brother died in a state of sin he was driving drunk and he had probably laid down with the girls, you know, those girls, and at his funeral his aunt said to Becky that he was burning in hell, in the eternal flames, and Becky grew a rash on her face and they tried peeling her skin right off and nothing would fix it and finally she took her plastic rosary that she bought at the store for $1.99 to Medjugorje.

Tonight love, I had to think again about what happened there, how Becky knelt down and asked Mary for a sign, a sign on the rosary, to tell her that her brother was in heaven and Mary turned the rosary to gold right there in her hands the magic plastic K-Mart rosary turned to gold how do you explain that one to customs and Becky has known ever since that her brother is in heaven and I wonder where Mary was the night you had to wash me, you had to wash all that blood oh I was sticky with blood and you washed it off me and ever since it seems I have been trying to get it back on.

Tonight love, I resolved if that rosary came out that I would take my hands and I would hold them over the beads those golden beads those golden child Mary Mother of God beads and I would pray, I would pray for the first time in a millennium and I would pray for those beads to turn back into plastic and then I would turn them back to plastic myself and then I would hand them back and say Becky sorry to tell you this but your brother's not in heaven and he never was.)

I turn to flame
When I hear how they
Prayed to your name
And you came.

You turned their plastic
Into gold; you're so cold
To me.

Just a statue
Of ceramic, a bloodless
Virgin, a symbol of
Oppression and I don't
Believe their lies.

They call your name
And I hear them
Explain how you
Eased all their pain.

You turned their plastic
Into gold; you're so cold
To me.

Just a statue
Of ceramic that never
Cried blood (oh the blood
flowing was mine) I don't
Believe their lies

I am the pain
Do you know that
I stand on the other
Side of the shame

You turned their plastic
Into gold; you're so cold
To me.

I'll take their gold and
I'll make it plastic and
I am the devil the witch
And the liar and you
Can stand on your altar
And smile down on me
But Mary, oh Mary your
Smile is frozen and dead and

You turned their plastic
Into gold; you're so cold
To me.