Antony & The Johnsons Virgin Mary
Joseph he was a macho man
I tried to make him understand
Even I am a human being -
Not some kind of virginal machine
That night we walked in through the door
He told me he was cold and tired
Then he pushed me to the floor
And once again our love expired
But I'm not gonna cry
I'm gonna bite my tongue and try
To dream of immaculate conception
Angels in the sky taught me how to fly
They sing about immaculate conception
No no no no no
No no no no no no
No no no no no
No no no no no no
He screamed: You name's Mary, mild and demure
From your thighs a baby I'll procure
Your name's Mary, mild and demure
From your thighs a baby I'll procure
Your name's Mary, mild and demure
From your thighs a baby I'll procure
Your name's Mary, mild and demure
From your thighs a baby I'll procure
Immaculate conception
All I wanna do is fly away from you
I just wanna get away from you
Now my Joseph was asleep
I decided to take flight
I called a man with donkey
And fled with my baby into the dark night
I said my name's Mary, mild and demure
From my thighs a baby God's procured
I said my name's Mary, mild and demure
From my thighs a baby God's procured
And I heard him on the horizon: MARY!
And I felt him in my parlour: Mary
And I swore I saw him in the leaves
And I swore I saw him in the leaves
