When a man is a boy Then a snake in the grass, He is a taint that I will soon erase When a foe was a friend Then a fly in your web He is a grave that I will now deface
It makes me low It makes me oh, so very low It makes me low It makes me oh, so very low
When a girl is a whore Then a bug on the glass, She is a stain that I will wipe away When a god is a man Then an urn for the dead, I'm the black poisoned white Turning into gray
It makes me low It makes me oh, so very low It makes me low It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me oh, so very low It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low It makes me oh, so very low It makes me low It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me It makes me It makes me It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me It makes me It makes me It makes me oh, so very low