Rhymes on Fire

(ahhhh-hahhh) Mary Mack, dressed in black,

silver buttons down her back Now she's stepping through the fire,

nothing holding her back

(she's gone)

From the playground to the throne,

yeah she built it alone Now she's breaking every boundary,

got the crown on her own

And they all fall down Watch them crumble to the ground

Mary Mack, Mary Mack,

she is never coming back (no never) She took the keys,

took the lead, yeah she's on a new track (uh-huh) With the

silver on her back and the empire in her hand She's the

ruler of the digital wasteland

Mythology rewritten in the neon of the screen She's a final boss

lady, if you know what I mean (hahaha)

From the ashes to the digital,

she rises so high Ancient legends collide with the electric sky

(shhhh) Mary Mack, Mary Mack,

she is never coming back (no never) She took the keys,

took the lead, yeah she's on a new track (uh-huh) With the

silver on her back and the empire in her hand She's the

ruler of the digital wasteland

She is never coming back (never,

never) Silver buttons on her back...