Mary Was An Anarchist

Mary was a girl with a cause
She was simply fed up
Mary moved out to Berkeley
Stuck pins in her face as a sort of a statement
Against oppression of her sex
Yeah

Mary took a walk in the park
With a sign in her hand
Mary threw a rock at a cop
And man, she felt like a man

You know the ugliness became her
But now she's gone
She couldn't take it, take it, take it anymore
But what's she won?

She won a husband who embodies everything she hated
And all her friends from years ago are selling stock in IBM
Right on

Mary finally saw
She couldn't change the world
But Mary often fondly looks back
And pats herself on the back

For a convenient, romanticized version
Of the facts of what she'd done
But she didn't change a goddamn single one
Of the oppressive pigs who made her what she was
And the empowerment she felt was just a crumb
Compared to all the butts of jokes that she'd become
And now she's at the kitchen table all alone
And she ended up exactly like her mom