whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa

Yeah!
I know a thing about contrition
Because I got enough to spare
And I'll be granting your permission
'Cause you haven't got a prayer
Well I said: "Hey! Hey! Hallelujah!"
I'm [bad word] on sing the praise
So let the [bad word] on through ya
We got innocence for days

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?"

whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa

You play ring around the ambulance
Well like you never had a care
So get the choirboys around you
It's [bad word] I swear
And I said "Ashes to ashes", we all fall down
I wanna hear you sing the praise
I said "Ashes to ashes", we all fall down
We got innocence for days!

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?"

whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa

Those thoughts of 
Past lovers 
They'll always haunt me 
I wish I 
Could believe 
You'd never wrong me 
Then will you 
Remember 
Me in the same way 
As I remember you 

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?"
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
Will you buy me a house of gold?
And when your father turns to stone,
Will you take care of me?"

whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
In your house of memories 
Promise me a place