Coheed and Cambria - Mother Superior lyrics

Here, sleep at the bottom of Hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You'll walk in this tale turned
And as a coward, you've learned
Through sickness and health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue

You'll just say the worst of me
With a hope they'd understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be a man little baby, oh
Kick and you scream and whine
Victims pay the price, eventually
The cost? Let's see your life
You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid, young brother
You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Their sincerest apologies won't write you
Out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools don't cry anymore

A fear sleeps inside your stomach, it swells
A torn boy alone, in need of fix
And the pinch that cures the itch
For too long this little baby's cried on
For tomorrow, we'll sing the words and song
Of a time we're glad's long gone

You'll just say the worst of me
With a hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be that man
Little baby, kick and you scream and whine
Victims pay the price, eventually
The cost? Let's see your life
You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid, young brother
You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies won't write you
Out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools don't cry

Mother Superior, come catch the rabbit
He runs where have you gone?
You're frightened of leaving this
Truly gone-fishing amalgam go fetch your gun

Your answer is in there
Just stare down the barrel
Your sincerest apologies won't write you
Out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools don't cry (Oh, oh)

Not anymore, don't cry, boy
Not anymore, don't cry, boy
Not anymore, don't cry, boy
When you're sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife, oh no
Don't cry, boy not anymore, don't cry, boy
Not anymore, don't cry, boy
When you're sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife, oh no