Eyes Of The Ibad
There's a woman on the corner, she's crying for her boy.
She says the devil's in him and has taken him away,
She's looking for absolution I hope she finds.
On her dying day I hope that she finds that I'm wrong.
There's a man on the corner screaming at passers-by.
He says that we'll all burn unless we're bathed in the blood.
I don't need your absolution, I've got my mind.
And when my dying day comes I hope I find that I'm wrong.