Il testo della Mother superior

Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You walk in this tale

Turning, as a coward you've earned
Through sickness, in health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue

You'll just say the worst of me
With the hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be a man

Little baby, kicking, 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
The 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

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
Tomorrow we'll sing the words in song
Of a time where glad's long gone

You'd just say the worst of me
With the hope they'll understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be that man

Little baby, kicking, 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
This 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 fool don't cry

Mother superior
Come catch the rabbit he runs
My how you've grown
You're frightened of leaving this
Truly gone fishing amalgam
Go fetch you gun

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
The 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, 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

Don't cry, boy, not anymore
Don't cry, boy, not anymore
Don't cry, boy, not anymore

When you're sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife