Mr Crowley

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head?

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

Your lifestyle, 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

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

Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic, of course

Approaching a time that is classic

I hear that maiden's call

Approaching a time that is drastic

Standing with their backs to the wall

Was it polemically sent?

I wanna know what you meant

I wanna know, I wanna know what you meant, yeah