Oh, oh, oh, oh Death she must have been your will A ball beneath the reaper's veil With your voice my belly sung And I began to feel so drunk Candle, candle on my clock Oh, Lord, I must have heard you knock me out of bed As the flames licked my head And my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack It was real and I repent All those messages you sent clear as day But in the night, oh, I couldn't get it right Oh, oh, oh, oh And here is a church and here is a steeple Open the doors, there are the people And all their little hearts at ease For another week's disease And eagle, eagle, towel and screen I never once left in between I was on the fence and I never wanted you to sense Down my throat, into the pit With my head upon the spit Oh, Reverend, please, can I chew your ear? I've become what I most fear And I know there's no such thing as ghosts But I have seen the demon host Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh