My mother raised me well   I think that's what she'd say   I'll foot the Gates of Heaven on my judgment day   And if I found a way that I might prove her right   I'd dedicate my life to fighting her good fight      I know there's nothing in my head   That I could blame her for   She barely knows me anymore      A shadow in the moonlight on my bedroom wall   Gets me to thinking I don't know myself at all   If I could close my eyes and make it go away   Then in the morning I might almost be ok      There's nothing underneath my bed   Devils or devilry   There's nothing in my room but me      And as the full moon rises, I rise up as well   To serve my secret sentence in my secret hell...