She pours her soul into a glass
just to watch the others drink it
in the darkness of the club
it's hard to tell what it is she's thinking
Her mouth is a little red flag
Her hair wraps all around her
she invents new versions of the old old west
they call her Mad Maria
Mad Maria,
Mad Maria,
She's a lonesome world in a cold cruel girl
they call her Mad Maria
She's painted up nice to make you think
that she looks just like your sister
in the morning you realize
that you've been sleeping with her for years
She wants to wrap herself in virtue
but not unless she has to
she's waiting for a man in the shape of a storm
they call her Mad Maria
Mad Maria,
Mad Maria,
She's a lonesome world in a cold cruel girl
they call her Mad Maria
She has just enough change to get around
and says to herself I ought to settle down
but after she sets that beer glass down
she's picking up teenage boys
She's stretched between the Weekly World News
and the tips of her painted fingers
she says Hollywood is burning and it feels good
they call her Mad Maria
Mad Maria,
Mad Maria,
She's a lonesome world in a cold cruel girl
they call her Mad Maria
Australian collective Family Jordan explore complex emotions through soft alt-country songs that take the bucolic with the bittersweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2021