verse 1 
 Gm 
Look at all the many colors, so exquisitely embroidered, 
 F 
delicately and precisely sewn into a line 
 Gm 
organized in harmony, relationships so intricate 
 F 
how’d I ever come across a tapestry so fine? 

     Gm      Eb 
but what is this? 
                F       Gm       Eb 
you’re burning holes in my stitching 
             F             Gm      Eb 
the colours bleeding into one big mess 
     D              F               Eb D 
did you guess, I’d let this fabric fra-ay? 


[Refrão]
 
     Eb                          F                                D 
I’m meddling with murderers who still deserve to pay for their insanity, and though I’m 
 Eb                            F                           D 
one of them, I’m rarest of my kind, for many fell but only I arose. It's 
 Eb                                F                                     D 
been so long, since I’ve seen the sun, who’s to say if the colours have faded? 
 Eb             F                     D 
Locked away so long, now jaded, left only to decay 

Hook 
     Eb                F                       D 
I’m Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress. I’m Mary. 

verse 2 
 Gm 
And virgin journeys lie before us, patient and inscrutable 
 F 
There’s clouds of visions, crowds of villains, mulling in withdrawal 
 Gm 
And who would make the sacrifice, who but I is suitable? 
 F 
who but the sharp dressed woman with a dull chainsaw? 

   Gm      Eb              F 
I mean no insult, but I’m fed 
Gm       Eb                     F 
up. It’s my fault, gave you the go ahead 
     Gm      Eb       D 
I’ve lost my way, my hopeful days 
     F             Eb D 
are just as dead as I am 


[Refrão]
 
     Eb                         F 
And failure on my part to intercede has now ironically 
    D 
or cosmically, like poetry, come in between our destiny 
    Eb                                   F 
and us but now there’s nothing left and nobody to meddle with 
    D 
to try and make it better, it’s unsettling, to mother nothing 

 Eb                              F 
Mightn’t I have seen this coming on the horizon? 
 D 
storms of green and orange, this world of monsters taking form 
    Eb                           F 
but no, it is my fate to simply fade away like wind 
 D 
like someone else that I could name that shouldn’t have been born   

Outro 
    Eb                F 
Of Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress. 
     D             Gm 
I’m Mary and I’ve nothing to confess 
     Eb             F 
but hear me, cause no-one else is left 
     D 
I’m Mary… 
     Gm    Eb    Gm    Eb 
I’m Mary 
     Gm    Eb    Gm    Eb 
I’m Mary 
     Gm    Eb    Gm    Eb