My mother raised me well
I think that's what she'd say
I'll foot the Gates of Heaven on my judgment day
And if I found a way that I might prove her right
I'd dedicate my life to fighting her good fight

I know there's nothing in my head
That I could blame her for
She barely knows me anymore

A shadow in the moonlight on my bedroom wall
Gets me to thinking I don't know myself at all
If I could close my eyes and make it go away
Then in the morning I might almost be ok

There's nothing underneath my bed
Devils or devilry
There's nothing in my room but me

And as the full moon rises, I rise up as well
To serve my secret sentence in my secret hell...


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