Song | Mary Was an Anarchist |
Artist | Screeching Weasel |
Album | Kill the Musicians |
作词 : Weasel | |
Mary was a girl with a cause | |
She was simply fed up | |
Mary moved out to | |
BerkeleyAnd stuck pins,, her face as a sort of statement | |
Against oppression of her sex, yeah | |
Mary took a walk in the park | |
With a sign in her hand | |
Mary threw a rock at a cop | |
And man she felt like a man | |
You know the ugliness became her | |
But now she's gone | |
She couldn't take it, take it, take it anymore | |
And what she won | |
She won a husband who embodies | |
Everything she hated | |
And all her friends from years ago | |
Are selling stocks in | |
IBM right on | |
Mary finally saw she couldn't | |
Change the world | |
Mary often fondly looks back | |
And pats herself on the back | |
For a convenient romanticized version | |
Of the facts of what she'd done | |
But she didn't change a goddamn single on | |
Of the oppressive pigs who made her what she was | |
And the empowerment she felt was just a crumb | |
Compared to all the butts of jokes that she'd become | |
And now she's at the kitchen table all alone | |
And she ended up exactly like her mom |
zuò cí : Weasel | |
Mary was a girl with a cause | |
She was simply fed up | |
Mary moved out to | |
BerkeleyAnd stuck pins,, her face as a sort of statement | |
Against oppression of her sex, yeah | |
Mary took a walk in the park | |
With a sign in her hand | |
Mary threw a rock at a cop | |
And man she felt like a man | |
You know the ugliness became her | |
But now she' s gone | |
She couldn' t take it, take it, take it anymore | |
And what she won | |
She won a husband who embodies | |
Everything she hated | |
And all her friends from years ago | |
Are selling stocks in | |
IBM right on | |
Mary finally saw she couldn' t | |
Change the world | |
Mary often fondly looks back | |
And pats herself on the back | |
For a convenient romanticized version | |
Of the facts of what she' d done | |
But she didn' t change a goddamn single on | |
Of the oppressive pigs who made her what she was | |
And the empowerment she felt was just a crumb | |
Compared to all the butts of jokes that she' d become | |
And now she' s at the kitchen table all alone | |
And she ended up exactly like her mom |