And the Wind Cried Mary

Four score and seven years ago Why didn't he just say 87 years ago Ten, 20, 30 degrees below It's starting to get real cold in here you know How'd I end up here anyhow What's up with all these dead hanging cows I'm starting to get real hungry now What's Rocky Balboa doing in here anyhow My toes are starting to turn blue I'm losing a lot of feeling too Rocky just started pounding on one of them dead cows Yo Paulie can you get me out of here somehow Why's there blood coming out of my head I think that bitch Mary left me here for dead I'm starting to lose consciousness Just going to lay my head down, for now Oooohhh, oooohhh, oooooho I went looking for you They said you were living down by the railroad track In a dilapidated shack with a bunch of junkies doing a lot of crack Doing a lot of crack with a bunch of junkies in a dilapidated shack The last thing I remember I asked you about the Federal authorities and the dead bodies In retrospect that probably wasn't a good question to ask Oh Mary had a little lamb She fleeced him out of all of his dough And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go But then one day Mary snapped She cracked him upside the head with a frying pan Dragged him to a slaughterhouse Left him face down in a pool of blood for dead Oh the wind cried, oh the wind cried Oh the wind cried, Marie Mary Marieeeeeee Oh the wind cried, but not for me But not for me