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.