Well it’s a perfect situation
For anyone in question
The logic just escapes me
The moment my head blows off
It was a lovely Friday evening
With lovely fellow heathens
But darling I don’t know the reasons
That drinking always leads to s**
But I don’t want this atmosphere to stay
When you gave a part of me willingly away
But sometimes in the pitch of night
Did I hear the words
I think they might be coming to take me away
Ah ooooooo
A Christian reputation
It distorts my minds persuasion
No vices or perversions
Can barricade my holy, holy beat
My mother she would say “why son?â€
My father he won’t say nothing
And we will all live only explaining (?)
That darkness inside my heart (?)
But I don’t want this atmosphere to stay
When you gave a part of me willingly away
But sometimes in the pitch of night
Did I hear the words
I think they might be coming to take me away
Ah ooooooo
Ah ooooooooooooo
Ah oooooooooooooooooooooo
Ah ooooooooooooo ohhhh