text: Mary, Queen of Arkansas, its not too early for dreamin
  The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastards love can be redeeming
  Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving
  No, youre not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising
  Well, Im just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade
  Ive been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state
  Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing
  Youre not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing
  The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border
  And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order
  But I was not born to live to die, and you were not born for queenin
  Its not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin
  Mary, Queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin
  You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin
  But on your bed, Mary, I can see the shadow of a noose
  I dont understand how you can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose
  But I know a place where we can go, Mary
  Where I can get a good job and start out all over again clean
  I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen