Marlene Songtext
von The Mess Hall

Oh Marlene, you call my name
For someone to wrap your wings around
Eyes so wide for the passenger side
Little doggy who just wants to howl
The way you lean thirty-five degrees
With the paint stripped from your toes
Oh Marlene, you′re bound to ignite
The burden of another soul

The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand is just for show
The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand is just for show
It's just for show


And I remember the years gone by
Two kids on a ferris wheel
Going round and round
Trying to make that weekend last
Going round and round
Trying to make that weekend last
Where you gonna fall?
Where you gonna fall?

Oh Marlene, you let the men lead
But they all just step on your toes
You can′t find the beat
Dancing bare feet
On a floor so deep with snow
Oh how weak for a man to think
He could have you all for a song
Standing from afar with his mouth ajar
Weighing up his rights and wrongs

The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand is just for show
The bible in your hand
The bible in your hand is just for show
It's just for show