Lyrics

 
A gospel of hate had to be written
It was decreed before my birth
It’s why I climbed the mountain
It’s why I came to Earth
 
Whatcha gonna do
When I split your soul in two?
 
A ramshackle old prophet
In the skin of a nubile child
A racketeer raking up the profit
A snake oil salesman gone wild
 
Who you gonna be
When there’s no room left in me?
 
(Chorus)
I’m Typhoid Mary
Spreading my virus across the land
When history book are written
They’ll say it was with my own hand
 
I’m Typhoid Mary
My disease will eat your flesh
Cut you open with the smallest words
Don’t worry this is just a test
 
Don’t worry
Be happy
This is just a test
 
A gospel of love had to be forgotten
For my existence to occur
So easy for me to cause you lather
To get under your fur
 
Whatcha gonna do
When I split your soul in two?
 
A perfect carnal possession
For an achy breaky soul
When I become your obsession
So easy to take control
 
Who you gonna be
When there’s no room left in me?
(Chorus)
 
You allowed me to erase
Pharaoh, Hitler, Judas, Manson
Everyone you went to high school with
Everyone you said you’d never be like
You’ve become
 
Typhoid Mary
We’re all Typhoid Mary
 
Jesus loves you
But then again
So do I