Like elvis, like everyone
We all die, we all live on in photos
and paperblacks, if we`re lucky
we`re coming back
Mother Mary over, over
Mother Mary over
over me
We notice
We understand
We throw out all we can
We`re on the market, we`re up on racks
If we`re really lucky we`re coming back
I would never decide
Mother Mary over, over
Mother Mary over
over me
