You shoulda seen it
His fiendish grin as he led her in to his chambers
She couldn't believe it
The guy she'd pulled was the alpha bull she had played for
But inside
There were strangesome things
But she wouldn't bring them to mind
On the holy table she wasn't able to see
What he had to hide

She was getting older
Getting colder
Getting older
Getting colder
Getting older
Getting colder
Getting older
Getting colder
Getting older
Getting colder
Getting older
Getting colder
Getting older
Getting colder
Getting older
Getting colder
Getting old

She couldn't feel it
The cuts he made and the nearing grave
She would scream for
He couldn't believe it
The lamb he took was the perfect book for his master
And inside
He would writhe around and would
Sing the sound of this angel
On the holy table she couldn't fable a song that would do him the harm