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