Hey mama I know you always do what the good lord tells Bringing back all the shade and sin Beeneath the lone night haze, under the chapels bell I see the faces of the memory striking back another Symptom of my dirty old symphony I know your ways on the moonlight The cross you gave me has become a knife You poked the bear with the bee hive Another mirror for my satelite I see the faces of the memory striking back another Symptom of my dirty old sinphony A legless howler needs to bite or get bited Countless reasons to not flee of a fight Chewing eager with ineffable teeths And it will chew you up, oh you'll see