He sits in the dark Looking into the gla** with his hands in the jar what a sticky white mess he applies and he wonders "Oh how'd I ever get here?" Piercing his reflection, as he pulls off an ear 'neath the sign reading exit by the backstage door his fans are collected for a glimpse at the star he emerges and they wonder "oh how can it be?" "that this angel is the monster we have all come to see?" In that labyrinth In that lab your in In the watery depths of hell boy you were so renowned in the underground even the dead can tell where the witches dwell eating all you know as a when to go sponsored links on a board soaring out to space selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell "This is your fate, Mr. Jones, my dear!" said the Devil to dear Mr. Jones "You'll be loved by the millions and great at your task! but no one will see who is under the mask! cover your face, Mr. Jones, my dear It's hot as hell under the foam and, like me, you will be in a crowd yet all alone" The story, saw it with him and fessendins known it for years It shines from within him through the growls and the moans and the tears In that labyrinth In that lab your in In the watery depths of hell boy you were so renowned in the underground even the dead can tell where the witches dwell eating all you know as a when to go on a board soaring out to space selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell "Show us your face Mr. Jones, my dear" said the Angels to dear Mr. Jones "It's a crime to the heavens for even a while to hide for a moment that beautiful smile! show us your face, Mr. Jones my dear" said the angels to dear Mr. Jones "You are loved and you know, you will never be alone"