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Mary's Mad Army
Mary's the kind of girl you should only touch with a barge pole if you can be sure to strike her a glancing blow on the temple with it and cave in her skull.

England swings to a pendulum screwed as the unentitled fight for the crown
It's time to decide which side you're on as the punters lay their money down
Mari adulterous with naked sword the lion beat the count
Spent his mettle on the unicorn

So what have you got to show for all your pain
What will you have to show for all your panic measures
Your missile strikes and counter plays

Six o'clock and a shining moon we make our beds and we leave
By another reveille aroused again backs bent to the ploughs again
To the strange unbridled cruelty we practice to succeed
Or get knocked out in the second round again
Heads bowed to the ground again

So what have you got to show for all your pain
What will you have to show for all your panic measures
Missile strikes and counter plays

Mary had an army its fleece was black and green
With a faith as bright as its Armalite and sweet demeanour gleams
Mary had an army each face as white as snow
And everywhere the unrepentant Mary went her army had to go

Mary has an army she tells them what to do
What the stakes are they're playing for
Who they're taking the blame for
That faith may be rewarded but favours misconstrued
As mistakes must be paid for for her sake to the grave for

Mary has an army she tells them what to do
What the stakes are they're playing for
But she never tells them where she's going to

Chords:
Intro. G
Verse G C G C D G E D
Middle 8 G Bm D E E D
Chorus C G C G D G