Starbucks Mary

 I met Mary in Starbucks

Jesus was a barista there

He made a wicked Cappuccino

And his Latte was beyond compare

I met Mary in Starbucks she was 

Visiting her son on the run

He'd been hiding from the law

Always kept an open door

And Mary went dressed as a nun

I met Mary in Starbucks

She was singing at the top of her lungs

Why the government is corrupt

And why do they kill and disrupt

All of my sisters they've hung

I met Mary in Starbucks

But nobody else was there

They hadn't drunk from his cup

not since the police had turned up

And thrown his ass behind bars

I met Mary in Starbucks

She said "this is where it all began

Just a couple students got together

And then they came up with a plan

So keep on drinking your coffee

Keep on writing while your in the can

Soon somebody is gonna set you free

It might be God or the Son of Man"