Like Elvis, like everyone 

We all die, we all live on in photos 

and paperbacks, 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