Mother, you taught me good/ you made me want to do the things that I should/ you told me Jesus ‘s gonna make me a saint/ gonna take my hand and make my life complete/but the narrow path is closing in/sometimes I think I’m too fat to fit on it/ when the curtains close because the clouds rolled in/its taking me right back down/ right back down, right back down to the same dungeon.
When the cold heartedness of the ghost of the beast is beating on you like a state police/ and the only friends that you make are the ones that take take take and they take take take and they got big guns
If I had a mind sharper than a needle/ I’d reinvent the wheel/ and take us all home/ where we would know that we’ve got windows to close when it gets cold
but I ain’t got no
But the narrow path is closing in/ sometimes I think I’m too fat to fit on it/ when the curtains close because the clouds rolled in/ its taking me right back down, right back down, right back down to the same dungeon

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