Ant Mary lives in the wall
And her blood is made of rosewood
And all you found
No longer hurts

And in a, in a, in a wall

And now she wants to see you grow tall
But her eyes are made like doorknobs
Visit me always like a son

Shoulda, shoulda, shoulda

Be the darkness in their eyes
She's tearing pieces off from the organs
Into her mouth
And smiling out

Oh, in a, in a, in a, wall

Don't break her heart
Don't break her heart
Don't break her hear
It's made like mothballs