Mary comes in a bows   And all her lipstick, pearls and clothes   Come falling down   Come falling at her feet      Got a knife and a spoon   And a rose on my suit   Mother-son      Dark as crows, here above   I keep two feet on my floor   She's like a dove   There's a law she keeps      Come falling down   Steal her things   Come falling down   All her rings   Come falling down      All that she was sold   Second hand, handed you   With a heart to fill my shoes      And mother-son   Dark as crows   She comes knocking down my doors   Sad mother-son      On a cross, in her sleep   On her sheets   With a lie that she keeps   In here, nothing breathes      A penny sent for your thought   She comes knocking down my door   Sad mother-son      Mother-son