Type O Negative - An Ode to Locksmiths lyrics
[Type O Negative - An Ode to Locksmiths lyrics]
Been given the keys
I knew I'd receive, be careful
What you're asking for thy rod and thy staff
Simply twelve toned math, an earful
Opening all doors
Simon the Roman
Gone fishin' for man, if you're caught
Is to be freed come open your lock
By using a rock or sowing the proper seeds
Woe to thee, all women of land, air and sea
Adam was the serpent apple 'tween his knees
Seduced by a snake worshipped by nations
Banished forth from Eden
It's the male who is Satan, Satan
From the tree of knowledge
A metaphor for sex
Plucked a ripened globe of fruit
That of innocence since forbidden, resisted
Forcing her to taste
And now I know why girls hate boys
'Cause Eve was in fact raped, raped
You ain't goin' nowhere
Everybody ready? Let's go
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to go nowhere to go
(Come on, You come on)
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
We ain't goin' home, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to go nowhere to go
Nowhere to go