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Coheed and Cambria lyrics : "Mother Superior"

Here sleep at the bottom of Hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You walk in this tale

Turn, and as a coward you've learned
Through sickness and health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue

You'd say the worst of me,
With the hope they understand
No, they know you're just a boy

So grow up and be a man.
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually

The cost? lets see... your life

You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid.

Young brother, you've got nothing to prove.

Your answer is in there, Just stare down the barrel

The sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one tonight
You'll find the right, In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools, Don't cry anymore


Fear sleeps inside your stomach it swells
A torn boy in long in need of fix

In the pinch that cures the itch
For too long this little baby's cried on
Tomorrow we'll sing the words and song

Of a time were glads long gone

You'd say the worst of me,

With the hope they'd understand
No, they know you're just a boy.
So grow up and be that man.

Little baby, kicking you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? Lets see... your life


You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid.
Young brother, you've got nothing to prove


Your answer is in there, Just stare down the barrel
The sincerest apologies, wont write you out of this one tonight

You'll find the right, In the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools, Don't cry anymore


Mother superior,
Come catch the rabbit, he runs.
My how you've grown

You're frightened of leaving this, truly gone fishing Amalgam
Go fetch your gun


Your answer is in there, Just stare down the barrel
The sincerest apologies, wont write you out of this one tonight
You'll find the right, In the pull of the trigger, now bite

Young fools, Don't cry anymore
Not anymore, don't cry boy
Not anymore, don't cry boy

Not anymore, don't cry boy

When you're sick to the stomach,

Just pull out the knife

Don't cry boy, not anymore

Don't cry boy, not anymore
Don't cry boy


When you're sick to the stomach,
Just pull out the knife

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