My mother raised me wellnI think that's what she'd saynI'll foot the Gates of Heaven on my judgment daynAnd if I found a way that I might prove her rightnI'd dedicate my life to fighting her good fightnnI know there's nothing in my headnThat I could blame her fornShe barely knows me anymorennA shadow in the moonlight on my bedroom wallnGets me to thinking I don't know myself at allnIf I could close my eyes and make it go awaynThen in the morning I might almost be oknnThere's nothing underneath my bednDevils or devilrynThere's nothing in my room but mennAnd as the full moon rises, I rise up as wellnTo serve my secret sentence in my secret hell...