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?"

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?"

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?"

In your house of memories 
Promise me a place