yes my baby the sun is cryin' low
yes my baby it's off to work we go
meet and make you
gonna take you to…
heaven
whoa sweet lady you're what odes are for
you're what saved me from that bacchanalian
unforsaken
taken all the way to…
heaven
and they will open creaky gates and greet me with my cloak of fate
and all the prayers that i prorate will keep me from ever reaching…
fire in hades is cooling rain to you
cavalcades of blushing waterloo
panty raiding
sacred wading
heaven