"Quiver Syndrome"

 I turned back towards the factory
 With a [bad word] through my head
 And the stain of [bad word] red romance
 Though my iron age rose is dead
 Will the Lord hold me down 'cause I'm wicked?
 Will the Lord hold me down, to my shame?
 Will your love it get into me Jesus?
 Now I heard you calling out my name

 The moon don't smile on saturday's child
 Lying still in Elysian Fields
 I don't know what the doctor he did
 Now I'm all day long with my body in bed

 Plant the seeds of an ivory white lily
 Play the ghost of autumn's lullabye
 You know the way i came down to the city
 Snuffed the love light out of my eyes
 I'm knocked back in the alley
 With the sweat pouring off my hands
 I can tear out a stitch 'cause it's aching
 When I'm a shake, shake, shaking I can

 The moon don't smile on saturday's child
 Lying still in Elysian Fields
 I don't hear what my mother she said
 Now I'm all day long with my body in bed

 I turn back toward the factory
 With a [bad word] through my head
 And the stain of [bad word] red romance
 Though my iron age rose is dead
 Will the Lord hold me down 'cause I'm wicked?
 Will the Lord hold me down, to my shame?
 Will your love it get into me Jesus?
 Now I heard you calling out my name

 The moon don't smile on saturday's child
 Lying still in Elysian Fields
 I don't know what the doctor he did
 Now I'm all day long with my body in bed