Budhha For Mary

A simple fear to wash you away
An open mind canceled it today
A silent song that´s in your words
A different taste that´s in your mind

This is the life on mars

Mary was a different girl
Had a thing for astronauts
Mary was the type of girl
She always liked to play a lot
Mary was a holy girl
Father wet her appetite
Mary was the type of girl
She always liked to fall apart

Tell me did you see her face
Tell me did you smell her taste
Tell me whats the difference
Dont they all just look the same inside?
Buddha for Mary, Here it comes

Mary was an acrobat
But still she couldnt seem to breathe
Mary was becoming everything she didnt want to be
Mary would hallucinate
And see the sky upon the wall
Mary was the type of girl
She always liked to fly

Tell me did you see her face
Tell me did you smell her taste
Tell me whats the difference
Dont they all just look the same inside?
Buddha for Mary, Here it comes
Buddha for Mary, Here it comes

This is the life on mars

He said, "Can you here me, are you sleeping"
She said, "Will you rape me now?"
He said, "Leave the politics to mad men"
She said, "I believe your lies"
He said, "Theres a paradise beneath me"
She said, "Am I supposed to bleed?"
He said, "You better pray to Jesus"
She said, "I dont believe in god"

Mary was a different girl
Had a thing for astronauts
Mary was the type of girl
She always liked to play a lot
Mary was a holy girl
Father wet her appetite
Mary was the type of girl
She always liked to fall apart

Tell me did you see her face
Tell me did you smell her taste
Tell me whats the difference
Dont they all just look the same inside?
See her face, smell her taste
Whats the difference?
Dont they all just look the same inside?

A simple fear to wash you away
An open mind cancelled it today

Buda De Mary

Un simple lavado temor a que fuera
Una mente abierta se a cancelado hoy
Un silencio en la canción de tus palabras
Un sabor diferente que la de su mente

Esta es la vida en Marte

Mary era una chica diferente
Tenia una cosa de astronautas
Mary era el tipo de chica
Ella siempre le gustaba jugar mucho
Mary era una chica santa
Su padre mojado en su apetito
Mary era el tipo de chica
Ella siempre le gustaba desintegrarse

Dime, le has visto su cara
Dime, has olido su sabor
Dime cual es la diferencia
No todos ellos han mirado la mismo cosa?
Buda de Mary, aqui viene

Mary era una acróbata
Pero todavía no parecía poder respirar
Mary se convirtio en el todo
Ella no lo queria ser
Mary podía alucinar
Y ver el cielo a la pared
Mary era el tipo de chica
Ella siempre le gustaba volar

Dime, le has visto su cara
Dime, has olido su sabor
Dime cual es la diferencia
No todos ellos han mirado la mismo cosa?
Buda de Mary, aqui viene
Buda de Mary, aqui viene

Esta es la vida en Marte

El dijo, "Puedes estar aqui, estas durmiendo"
Ella dijo, "Me violarías ahora?"
El dijo, "Deja la política para los hombres malos"
Ella dijo, "Creo tus mentiras"
El dijo, "Hay un paraíso debajo de mi"
Ella dijo, "Debo sangrar?"
El dijo, "Mejor reza a Jesus"
Ella dijo, "No creo en Dios"

Mary era una chica diferente
Tenia una cosa de astronautas
Mary era el tipo de chica
Ella siempre le gustaba jugar mucho
Mary era una chica santa
Su padre mojado en su apetito
Mary era el tipo de chica
Ella siempre le gustaba desintegrarse

Dime, le has visto su cara
Dime, has olido su sabor
Dime cual es la diferencia
No todos ellos han mirado la mismo cosa?
Mira su cara, huele su sabor
Cual es la diferencia?
No todos ellos han mirado la mismo cosa?

Un simple lavado temor a que fuera
Una mente abierta se a cancelado hoy