Glory Glory Songtext
von The Blackeyed Susans

Well, Marie′s left the building
Broken all the laws
Washing's on the line
And her keys are by the door
Well, she′s dusted off her feathers now
Finally flown the coop
Left behind tomorrow
In search of sweeter fruits

Well, you're cooking and you're cleaning
Tending to the chores
Digging up the garden now
And sorting out her drawers
Sometimes in the evenings
I hang my head in shame
I pace around the kitchen
And softly call her name
Oh, Marie, I call your name


Well, Marie′s left the building
But her body′s on the floor
Washing's on the line
And her keys are by the door
Well, they′re sure to find your prints, boy
You never thought of wearing gloves
And they'll say that you′re so sick, boy
But you're only sick of love
I see you′re cooking and you're cleaning
Tending to the chores

Oh, and here they come a-knocking
Here they come a-knocking
Here they come a-knocking
Knocking at your door

Glory, glory, how she threw you
Glory, glory, so peculiar
Glory, glory, hallelujah
My time is marching on
My time is marching on
My time is marching on
My time is marching on