Lyrics An Ode to Locksmiths - Type O Negative

Been given the keys
I knew I′d receive
Be careful what you're asking for
Thy rod and thy staff
Simply twelve toned math
An earful opening all doors

Simon the Roman
Gone fission for man
If you′re caught is to be freed
Come open your lock
By using a rock
Or sowing the proper seeds

Woe to thee all women
Of land, air, and sea
Adam was the serpent

Apple 'tween his knees
Seduced by a snake
Worshipped by nations
Banished forth from Eden
It's the male who is Satan

From the tree of knowledge
(A metaphor for sex)
Plucked a ripened globe of fruit
That of her innocence
Since forbidden, resisted
Forcing her to taste
Now I know why girls hate boys
Cause Eve was in fact raped

We ain′t goin′ home, got nowhere to go