Miss Mary Mack
All dressed in black
With silver buttons
All down her back

She took the train
Past Driscoll Lane
To spill the blood that
Swiftly runs through idle veins

And with her knife
To sink the strife
She looked him straight into the eye
And took his life

Yea it was so hard to find
The one she had in mind
The one that tripped her fantasy
She took her money off the salsa line
And put it in the butchery

And she was so overjoyed
That she found her little toy
They've got to take her away
While there's still time
Miss Mary Mack
So as his mind slipped away
It conjured up the day
He first laid eyes upon her skin
Oh she was smitten she was so divine
And with a smile she drew him in

But now she's spat in his face
And turned the tides without a trace
They've got to take her away
While there's still time

Yea it was so hard to find
The one she had in mind
The one that tripped her fantasy
She took her money off the salsa line
And put it in the butchery

And she was so overjoyed
That she found her little toy
They've got to take her away
While there's still time