House of Hell

Moriaty

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You, your eyes, below
Through the night
You, control, nothing's passing, nothing's passing
And it's been, so long, since you arrived
Since you arrived

When the chimpanzees are drinking
And there's cachet to the floor
When the gangsters doing business
With the greatest of the world

And all the pretty ladies
On their knees begging for more
And I question my existence
If I only knew what for

As I stumbled down the stairwell
I bumped into santa claus
Who threw me out the window
For abandoning the cause

I strayed down the alleyway
I met this fair madame
She coaxed me from the house of hell
And started quoting psalms
I said, look here now lady
I'm sure you mean well
But this Jesus shit just made my back
And you're on the way to hell
She booted me into the street
And got me with a walking stick
I felt grief and pain as it began to rain
Which just made me feel sick, oh