Each time I make my Mother cry
An Angel dies and falls from Heaven

Aaah, when they get to you...

When a Boy is still a Worm it's hard
To learn the number seven

Aaah, when they get to you...

Five, six, seven, eight never it's the first thing that they do...
Seven, eight, nine, ten Heaven when they get to you...
Four, three, two, one never get to seven

Each time I look outside my Mother
Dies, I feel my back is changing shape

When they get to you...

When the Worm consumes the Boy it's never, ever
Considered rape

When they get to you...

I wish I had the Balls
It's the first thing that they do...
I wish I had the Balls
When they get to you...

Prick your finger it is done...
The Moon has now eclipsed the Sun...
The Angel has spread its wings...
The time [bad word] for bitter things...

Prick your finger it is done...
The Moon has now eclipsed the Sun...
The Angel has spread its wings...
The time [bad word] for bitter things...

Prick your finger it is done...
The Moon has now eclipsed the Sun...
The Angel has spread its wings...
The time [bad word] for bitter things...

Prick your finger it is done...
The Moon has now eclipsed the Sun...
The Angel has spread its wings...
The time [bad word] for bitter things...

Prick your finger it is done...
The Moon has now eclipsed the Sun...
The Angel has spread its wings...
The time [bad word] for bitter things...