Houses of the Holy

Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show

Let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow

From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go

From the door comes Satan's daughter, and it only goes to show. You know.

There's an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold

Let me wander in your garden. And the seeds of love I'll sow. You know.

So the world is spinning faster. Are you dizzy when you're stoned

Let the music be your master. Will you heed the master's call

Oh... Satan and man.

Said there ain't no use in crying. Cause it will only, only drive you mad

Does it hurt to hear them lying? Was this the only world you had? Oh-oh

So let me take you, take you to the movie. Can I take you, baby, to the show.

Why don't you let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow

You know.