Lyrics

Give me your hand
And count on its becoming dirty
Let me imagine you lost for awhile
Vivisect your intentions with style

Watch how you grow
The casing will fall into vapor
And every chalice will fall like a bird
Who is dying in vain to be heard

And Mary, queen of the universe
Takes the battered, makes them worse
Because we really liked the boys in the band
People said we were queer
And maybe it’s true

Give me your thought
And doubt that it will become wasted
At last liberation has given me peace
And I drink to your pending release

‘Cause Mary, queen of the universe
Takes your sad songs, makes them worse
Because I really liked the boys in the band
People said I was queer
But baby it’s you