Mr. Crowley

Mr. Crowley, what went down in your head?

Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead?

Your life style to me seemed so tragic

With the thrill of it all

You fooled all the people with magic

Yeah you waited on Satan's call

Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure?

Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport

Uncovering things that were sacred

Manifest on this Earth

Conceived in the eye of a secret

And they scattered the afterbirth

Go

Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse?

Oh, Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course

Approaching a time that is classic

I hear the maidens call

Approaching a time that is drastic

Standing with their backs to the wall

Was it polemically sent?

I want to know what you meant

I want to know

I want to know what you meant

Go.