Mary, don't you know me
I'm wide awake and sly
Bury my insults

He is just trusting and shy

And he's gonna curse from his smart and faith

And he's gonna grab from my love and hate
Who's gonna drive your horse
When someone took away luck

Who's gonna shrive you today
Who's gonna wash the smell of $#&@


Chorus:
Boy, I would use voodoo to kill myself
I would use hoodoo to fix my spells

I would sell my soul to know myself
I would praise Mary to blind myself
I'd pray to Hecate to help myself


Devil, don't you know me
I'm vindictive and ill

Mary wants to use me
And blind myself to heal
And she's gonna fail

Coz I'm tough and %%&(
And she's gonna hail
My faith paganism

Behold, thou art fair, my love,
Thou hast doves'
Eyes within thy locks

Thy hair's as a flock of goats