Intro: Mother Mary, make me good. Give me money. Give me hope. Where is the door? What should I do? Clouds have gathered under you. x4 Hey, Saint Michael, fallen from grace - you arch angel in disgrace. Where is the light? What should I do? Clouds have gathered under you. "Link hands, lie down, and tie rope. By the full moon and black skies, plant oak." Listen Satan, I am at a loss. No one can give me a word with God. Where is the power? Where is the truth? "You know the answer, you know what to do: Link hands, lie down, and tie rope. By the full moon and black skies, plant oak