Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.

How many roads must a man walk down.. Before you can call him a Man.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.

Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.

I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose.