The Mountain Song

Mary's coming down the mountain With a frying pan in her hand Mary's coming down the mountain With blood on her hands She's got blood on her hands And she's coming down for me Mary came down the mountain With a bottle of whiskey in her hand Mary came down the mountain With another evil plan She had another evil plan And it involves me Why can't she let me be Why can't she let me sleep Why can't she let me move on From her demented fantasies Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba Mary says we gotta go We gotta go to Tonopah To find a man who done me wrong I say Mary I don't want to go I'm playing a really late-night show I wish I never met you at that Denny's She says it turns you on, it gets you hard Murder to you is better than porn You know you want it, just come with me And I say Mary I can't do this anymore I've been seeing a therapist And apparently, murder's not supposed to be a kinky thing And she says, come on now it's time to go After it's over we'll f*ck real hard You know you can't quit me And I say, well maybe just one more time Let me put my shoes and pants on And I'll meet you in the street Mary came down the mountain With bad intentions in her head Mary came down the mountain Now another man is dead Another man is dead, dead, dead, dead Another man is dead Mary came down the mountain Now another man is dead