Mother Mary, make me good. Give me money. Give me hope.
Where is the door? What should I do? Clouds have gathered under you.
Hey, Saint Michael, fallen from grace - you arch angel in disgrace.
Where is the light? What should I do? Clouds have gathered under you.
Link hands, lie down, and tie rope. By the full moon and black skies, plant oak.
Listen Satan, I am at a loss. No one can give me a word with God.
Where is the power? Where is the truth?
You know the answer, you know what to Link hands, lie down, and tie rope. By the full moon and black skies, plant oak.