The mother of all that is evil Her lips are poisonous venom Wicked temptress knows how to please The priestess roars, "Get down on your knees" The rite of the praying mantis Kiss the bones of enchantress Spellbound searching through the night A howling

Everybody run Angels coming You wanna live forever tonight Gonna live forever Enemy of mine Lost in the daydream What do you see Get on your knees

I'd get on my knees Confess my love, I'd know where to be My sanctuary, you're holy to me If you were church, I'd get on my knees You were doomed but just enough I'd get on my knees, yeah If you were church, yeah, I'd get on my knees And take the pain

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

Hold my breath False tales lies of a washed up prom queen Why'd you tell me everything was fine? Everything was okay? Get on your knees Oh, why you tore me up? No, why everything's dead inside Oh, you could've told me, at least I would've known No, you

You gotta get down on your knees, believe Fold your hands and beg and plead You gotta cry, rain tears of pain Pound the floor and scream His name 'Cause we're still worth saving Can't go on like this and live like this We can't love like this Gotta keep

I'm trying not to stare, it's too late The blankets over there, if you like I'm broken and I'm colder than hell I should've said I'd not come back here Your breakfast will get cold I really have to go It's easier to lie and be safe Time and time again

Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just

Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get back, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Everybody cut, everybody cut Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh,

Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (get on your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet