Who's Child Is This?

('what child is this?')

Kiki & herb:

What child is this who lay to rest on mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet while shepherds' watch are keeping?

This, this is christ the king whom shepherds' guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring him laud
The babe, the son of mary

('deep inside')

The problem is for many years i've lived my life publicly so it's hard for me to find someone i trust, i really trust
And every time i find someone i like i have to wonder about if it's really me that they see
And i thought you were the one

Deep inside i wish that they could see that i'm just plain old mary, mary (mary), mary (mary)
Deep inside i wish that they could see that i'm just plain old mary, mary, mary
Just mary, just mary, just mary (mary)
I'm just mary, just mary, just mary (mary)
Talkin' 'bout mary (mary), mary (mary), mary, mary, mary (mary)
(mary)
(mary)

Ladies and gentleman, sometimes i feel just like mary's donkey

('crucify')

Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces but i i'm fraid what that might bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach, i got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for salvation underneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hand drive another nail in
Looks like god needs one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves, every day i crucify myself
Nothing i do is good enough for you, i crucify myself
My heart is sick of being, my heart is sick of being in chains, chains

I got a cowl for a dog
She's beggin' for love
I have my suffering but i don't have my cross
I met a cat named easter
He said "will you ever learn, you're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird"

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for salvation underneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hand drive another nail in
I've got enough guilt to start my own religion

Why do we crucify ourselves, every day i crucify myself
Nothing i do is good enough for you, i crucify myself
My heart is sick of being, my heart is sick of being in chains, chains
Chains, chains, chains
I'm in chains, i'm in chains, i'm in chains, i'm in chains
(why do we)
Give me chains
(crucify ourselves)
Give me chains
I'm in chains
(why do we)
I cross the desert
(crucify ourselves)
Just to make that
Change

('deep inside')

Deborah:

I'm just mary, just mary, just mary

Kiki & herb:

Thanks, debbie

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