I believe in Mary
 She's good enough for me
 In her simple service and her calm delivery
 I think that I smell roses
 But none that I can see
 It's a miracle of Mary
 
 They believe in evil by popular demand
 A twisted kind of worship
 Hit with your own hand
 I believe in choices
 Making your own mind
 No everybody makes their own alright
 
 They'll probably get it past you
 Such a crooked hand
 It's something they'll have to 
 It's the lay now of the land
 But even in your hollow grip of poverty
 There's a miracle of Mary
 
 She's holy underneath you
 She'd rather it that way
 The end of it not working
 She's a place for you to lay
 She'll meet you where you're standing
 Let you in for free
 
 It's the miracle of Mary