Mary behind the counter, Looking sad, looking solemn, Serious, soft-spoken, Has friends but never calls them. Mary behind the counter, Says the end is coming soon now, There's no room for the sinners, That I should understand now. I need to be a better man, Don't change slowly, don't change slowly. She said the good Lord's ways, Are wonderful and strange. Can I have a moment of your time? I promise you it'll change your life. I said don't you try to tell me dear, That God is something I should fear. I didn't come to hear your religious views, Now that's enough, begone with you. Mary behind the counter Apprehends me as I'm leaving, Crying on my shoulder, Telling me she isn't teasing. I just frown and walk out the door, Across the dusty, wooden floor, Making a mental note, Not to come here anymore. So don't you try to tell me dear, That God is something I should fear. I didn't come to hear your religious views, Now that's enough, begone with you.