Текст песни screeching weasel - Mary Was An Anarchist
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Mary was a girl with a causeShe was simply fed upMary moved out to Berkleyand stuck pins in her face asa sort of statement against oppressionof her sexMary took a walk in the park with a sign in her handMary threw a rock at a cop and man, she felt like a manAnd you know the ugliness became herBut now she`s gone- she couldn`t take it anymoreAnd what`s she won?She won a husband who embodies everything she hatedand all her friends from years agoare selling stocks in IBM right nowMary finally saw she couldn`t change the worldBut Mary often fondly looks back andPats herself on the backfor a convienent romanticized version ofthe facts of what she`d doneBut she didn`t change a goddamn singleone of the oppressive pigs who made herwhat she was- and the empowerment she feltwas just a crumb compared to all the butts of jokesThat she`d becomeand now she`s at the kitchen table all aloneand she ended up exactly like her mom