Oh Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd.
Now they’ll cast you out for satiating all of their desires
And though I understand your suffering I had to know and watch
Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd.

Oh Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd.
Now and for all eternity you’ll have to suffer this alone
But my arms are open wide
And my arms are open, Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd.
She knows…

A golden chariot pulls the sun across the sky
And the tears of Isis make the Nile rise
And “a truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent” (William Blake)
She was there…

A boy wearing death as a costume
One he made all by himself
Couldn’t take the mirror off the wall
A pregnant spider with a taste for velvet

A golden chariot pulls the sun across the sky
And the tears of Isis make the Nile rise
And “a truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent” (William Blake)
We were there
Oh Mary Magdalene of Kettner Blvd.