Oh Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd. Now they’ll cast you out for satiating all of their desires And though I understand your suffering I had to know and watch Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd.
Oh Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd. Now and for all eternity you’ll have to suffer this alone But my arms are open wide And my arms are open, Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd. She knows…
A golden chariot pulls the sun across the sky And the tears of Isis make the Nile rise And “a truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent” (William Blake) She was there…
A boy wearing death as a costume One he made all by himself Couldn’t take the mirror off the wall A pregnant spider with a taste for velvet
A golden chariot pulls the sun across the sky And the tears of Isis make the Nile rise And “a truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent” (William Blake) We were there Oh Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd.