They came in under the radar    When our backs were turned around    In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars    They rolled into our town    Confounded all six senses    Like an opiate to the brain    Mary shut the garden door    Looks like a lot of rain       Mary shut the garden door    Mary shut the garden door       We pounded Rachel's radio    For reports about the bridge    There was nothing but static    Nothing in the fridge    We lay there listening to the world    Whistling through the pines    When we heard the engines idling    Saw the headlights through the blinds       Mary shut the garden door    Mary shut the garden door       Rough dreams    Those voices in the kitchen    I woke up    And sensed    The new condition    They won    Storms raged    Things changed    Forever       So if you ever see an automaton    In a midprice luxury car    Better roll the sidewalks up    Switch on your lucky star    Cause this zombie does impressions    But not really to amuse    This ballad is for lovers    With something left to lose       Mary shut the garden door    Mary shut the garden door