paroles de chanson Mother Mary - Tom Auton

I won't apologise for what I believe
And the air that I breathe in
Even a blind man sees that grass isn't greener
In the garden of Eden

I don't want to
Be like you
No I don't want to be like you

Mother Mary I'm a mess and I life of sin seems to suit me best
Mother Mary I confess I've got to get out; got to get out of here

Why try and wash my brain with what you believe
And the air that you breathe in
A dry rag and dirty water won't get me kneeling
I don't need your healing

I don't want to
Be like you
No I don't want to be like you

Mother Mary I'm a mess and I life of sin seems to suit me best
Mother Mary I confess I've got to get out; got to get out
Oh, Mother Mary I've been blessed
With eyes that see what's in front of me
Mother Mary I confess I've got to get out; got to get out of... here

Mother Mary I'm a mess and I life of sin seems to suit me best
Mother Mary I confess I've got to get out; got to get out
I've got to get out; got to get out of here