Margery I am a wanderer
The ocean is my home
In the green salt-magic of the sea and
The mysteries of sand
There are supermarket maladies
A sickness on the hill
All the good men are in prison
There's something wrong somewhere
Wisdom hides in bullets now
Friendship in a sneer
And I must find out why
Before I come back here
A friend is in the army now
Another is in jail
There is a blackness on the land
Nobody is well
Margery oh Margery
Everything's in chains
Everyone is blinded to
The sanctity of change
There are prayers to paralysis
A ma** for misery
Everyone is so far away
From where he wants to be [or ought to be]
Margery I must go now
I must go
Until I find this land at peace
And everyone comes home
Margery I am a wanderer
The ocean is my home
In the green salt-magic of the sea and
The mysteries of sand