Mr. Crowley

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head?

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

Your lifestyle seems so tragic, with the thrill of it all.

You fooled all the people with magic, you waited a thousand scrolls, Mr. Charmin.

Did you think you were pure, Mr. Alarmin?

In a journal report

Uncover things that were secret

Manifest on the dirt

Conceive and die of a secret

And they catered after birth

Yeah, Mr. Crowley

Won't you ride my white horse?

It's a crown there, it's symbolic, of course Approaching the time that it clasped it

I heard maidens call Approaching the time that it clasped it

And tie them with their backs to the wall, yeah

Once upon a naked time

I wanna know what you mean

I wanna know

I wanna know what you mean, yeah