walk off to the woods & the streets every night
walk to people who walk too close
into each other they're hanging so bright
i am told, as a mother, you may remember her

she loves you, she loves you
she loves you so hard
but one dirty person to have you cannot
the child, he is a sinner
tell me teacher, to put on your light & then turn around

in the name of the father, but never the ghost
me, i need the money for those just as hard
who hung his head for the ladies all pretend that he dead

she loves you, she loves you
she loves you so hard
but one dirty person to have you cannot
the child, he is a sinner
tell me teacher, to put on your light & then turn around

if there ever was a religious figure
in my age, it don't count to have buttercup eyes
the silent machine is here to make sure
you put on your light & then turn around
you lie, you lie, you lie ... a lot