Mister 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

Ah, 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 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