Mother, you taught me good,
you made me want to do the things that I should,
you told me Jesus's gonna make me a saint,
gonna take my hand and make my life complete
but the narrow path is closing in
sometimes I think I'm too fat to fit on it
when the curtains close because the clouds roll in
its taking me right back down
right back down
right back down to the same dungeon
(Verse)
When the cold heartedness of the ghost of the beast
is beating on you like a state police
and the only friends that you make are the ones
that take take take and they take take take and they
got big guns
If I had a mind
sharper than a needle
I'd reinvent the wheel
(Bridge)
home, where we would know that we've got
windows to close when it gets cold
but I ain't got no (4x)
but the narrow path is closing in
sometimes I think I'm too fat to fit on it
when the curtains close because the clouds roll in
its taking me right back down
right back down
right back down to the same dungeon
to the same dungeon (2x)
to the same dungeon