Coheed and Cambria - Mother SuperiorLyrics

Here, sleep at the bottom of hell Your time has come to pick the road You walk in this tale Turned and as a coward you've learned Through sickness and health There's only one Now go and bite your tongue You'll just say the worst of me With a hope they'll 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? let's 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 Your sincerest apologies Won't write you out of this one Tonight, you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh young fools, don't cry anymore A fear sleeps inside your stomach It swells A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch For too long This little baby has cried on For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song Of a time we're glad is long gone You'll just say the worst of me With a hope they'll 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? let's 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 Your sincerest apologies Won't write you out of this one Tonight, you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh young fools, don't cry Mother superior Come catch the rabbit, he runs My how've you been You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam Go fetch your gun Your answer is in there Just stare down the barrel Your sincerest apologies Won't write you out of this one Tonight, you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh young fools, don't cry Not anymore, don't cry boy Not anymore, don't cry boy Not anymore, don't cry boy When your sick to the stomach Just pull out the knife, Oh no Don't cry boy Not anymore, don't cry boy Not anymore, don't cry boy When your sick to the stomach Just pull out the knife, Oh no