Lowdown and disgusted
Drunk most of the time
Beat down broke and busted
I can’t ease my worried mind
Run down tired and shattered
Burned out cold and gray
My clothes all torn and tattered
And I just can’t find my way
Take me on down the line
Sweet daughter of darkness
Lay your burning cold hand on my head
Take pity on your servant
Won’t you bring me back from the dead
Then take me to the river
Baby, wash me down
No I cannot be forgiven
But with any luck I’ll drown
Take me on down the line
Sweet daughter of Satan
Let thy will be mine
Wrap me in your strong embrace
Let our blood become the wine
Take me on down the line
Won’t you be my queen