Alice Cooper. Halloweed Be My Name

Gather round right nowAnd hear me whisperThe words of the prisonThe words of laughterThe lords and the ladiesWere fixing their hair-dos

Cursing their loversCursing the Bible

Hallow-ed by my nameYelling at fathersScreaming at mothersHallow-ed by my name

Come all you sinnersCome now in your gloryAnd my ears will listenTo your dirty storiesYou're fighting to go upYou're sure on your way down