Miss Mary The Dead South

Lady killed a man today
Somewhere out of the way
Didn't know what to do or what to say
And she ran
Oh as fast as she can

To the nearest garbage
Where she threw his body in with a plastic bag
To cover up the rancid smell and decay of her man
Oh, what a tragic plan

Miss Mary and her man

Never killed no one before, never seen such blood
When she heard a man a'thump she grabbed that six-shooter gun
There was nothin' he could do, nothin' he could say
He was naked with another woman, screwin' around that day

One! (Hey!) Two! (Hey!) Three! (Hey!) Four! (Hey!)
Was this for real?
Five! (Hey!) Six! (Hey!) Seven! (Hey!) Eight! (Hey!)
She woke up on the floor of the jail
Was just an illusion, a toxic thrill

Kill a man, and
Thing about Miss Mary was she took too many pills
Voices in her head are calling out