Mary behind the counter, looking sad, looking sorry
Serious, soft-spoken; best friends but never calls out
Mary behind the counter says the end is coming soon now
There's no room for the sinners, and I should understand how
I need to be a better man
Don't chase loudly, don't chase loudly
She said the good Lord's ways
Are wonderful and strange
Can I have a moment of your time
I promise you it'll change your life
I said don't you try to tell me dear
That God is something I should fear
I didn't come to hear your religious views
Now that's enough; begone with you
Mary behind the counter apprehends me as I'm leaving
Crying on my shoulder, telling me she was teasing
I just try to walk out the door and cross the dusty, wooden floor
Making this note not to come here anymore
So don't you try to tell me dear
That God is something I should fear
I didn't come to hear your religious views
Now that's enough; begone with you