Mr. Crowley

Mister Crowley, what went on in your head? Oh, Mister 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 Mister Charming, did you think you were pure? Mister Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred Manifest on this Earth Ah, conceived in the eye of a secret And they scattered the afterbirth Mister Crowley, won't you ride my white horse? Mister Crowley, it's symbolic of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear 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