We be all night, love, love Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na na Can't keep your eyes off my fatty We woke up in the kitchen saying "How the hell hell did this shit happen?" Oh Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night Last thing I remember

Three times for the Holy Ghost (Oh Oh hell yes yes) Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son I'm a nervous wreck The drugs just make me reset (Three times) Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope of pointlessness

This is spiritual, under your spell Like an angel, oh, at blow Like a feather, you make me float Magic, or one, or mystery All of you trying to work on me I would surrender myself Holy hell, and heaven high You will open up my eyes Phenomenon, the way

And a rovin, a rovin, a rovin I'll go For a pair of brown eyes One summer evening drunk to hell hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox johnny sang About a thing called love And its how

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell Hell of a story, oh oh is it boring? Can’t claim to care, never been

I can't get out or I'll die Just let me be I'll never be never Be prepared for Hell Hell and I say oh oh well Just tell me when I can open my eyes and realize I've died Be prepared for Hell

Your solar eyes are like nothing I have ever seen I will for you John says to live above hell hell My will is well Somebody close that can see right through I'd take a fall and you know that I'd do anything Close to my skin I'm falling in someone who's been

So, hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart Sweet Mary Lou, I'm so in love with you I knew Mary Lou, we'd never part Hello Mary Lou, goodbye heart Passed me by one sunny day Flashed those big brown eyes my way Ooh, I wanted you forever more I'm not one that gets

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell Hell of a story, oh oh is it boring? Can’t claim to care, never been

Join hands to summon up the dead, Hear them singing inside your head. Oh, my gypsy, can you tell, If sweet Satan Will rise from Hell? Crystal ball, will hypnotize, Look inside those demon eyes. Paint the circle around the pentagram, Cut the throat of the