I've been to the slaughter, slept with your daughter
So won't you let me have my head
And then I can see the sun

You missed the moon on Monday morning
You were lying in your sin
You missed the moon on Monday morning
Because you don't mean anything to anyone - anymore

By the time just keep on ticking
Until I get my sweet release
And down this road I'll keep on winding
Until this cold-stop has ceased
And everyone can see the sun