Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head?
  Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead?
  Your life style to me seemed so tragic
  With the thrill of it all
  You fooled all the people with magic
  Yeah, you waited on satan's door
    Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure?
  Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport
  Uncovering things that were sacred
  Manifest on this Earth
  Conceived in the eye of a secret
  And they scattered the afterbirth
    Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse?
  Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic, of course
  Approaching a time that is classic
  I hear that maiden's call
  Approaching a time that is drastic
  Standing with their backs to the wall
    Was it polemically sent
  l want to know what you meant
  I want to know, I want to know what you meant, yeah