Each time I make my mother cry An angel dies and falls from heaven (but when they get to you) When the boy is still a worm It's hard to learn the number seven But when they get to you (five, six, seven, eight, never) It's the first thing that they do (seven, eight, nine, ten, Heaven) But when they get to you (four, three, two, one, never get to seven) Each time I look outside, my mother dies I feel my back is changing shape (but when they get to you) When the worm consumes the boy It's never, ever considered rape But when they get to you (I wish I had my balls) First thing that they do (I wish I had my balls) But when they get to you... Prick your finger, it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread its wings The time has come for bitter things Prick your finger, it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread its wings The time has come for bitter things Prick your finger, it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread its wings The time has come for bitter things Prick your finger, it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread its wings The time has come for bitter things Prick your finger, it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread its wings The time has come for bitter things