Look at that hair Look at that dress Look into the eyes of the obsessed Cruel is the game you wanna play She will never get away Seventeen years today
Look at the sky Look for the sign Look at you falling out of line Crumble the earth Under your feet In the wilderness of sin You’ve got the beast within
Up in the campanile a raven sings her wistful lullaby Unexpected deeds will come now spread your wings and fly
Molly Black turns seventeen – she leaves her home alone at night Did she see the shadows by the church Tie her to the cross and leave her with her God Leave her for her father to find her
Pale as her face Black as the cross White is the evil inside us Deep as your grave Dig it in shame Yeah can you recall her name
Look at that hair Look at that dress Another sin you must confess When you walk in the wilderness of sin And you’ve got the beast within