Ever since I was a little baby, had the devil on my mind,
Two dimensional Satan on the wall, and the thread would start to wind.

Hold me closer. (Please, move aside, Mr. Wilson; please move aside)

In the sand, the circle getting bigger 'til it all gets out of hand,
On the mountain, let go of the angel, and to my mum I ran.

Hold me closer.

Any day, yesterday,
There's tomorrow to say, "Let's forget it anyway,"
Can you try to understand'
What's this mark upon my hand'

My nose was held shut and my mouth open, with a spoon shoved down my throat,
One little piggy walking with a pumpkin and a mustard headed goat.

Hold me closer. (please move aside, Mr. Wilson; would you please move aside')

Hey, Betty May, it's summertime in Jersey,
Don't you know the kids will freeze'
Please don't pop your eyes out for me, deary, 'cause the man behind you sees.

Hold me closer.

Any day, yesterday,
There's tomorrow to say, "Let's forget it anyway,"
Can you try to understand'
What's this mark upon my hand'

At the bottom of a box of five black markers is a buried Swedish pen,
If, at Thanksgiving...if you want to see me, well, you better be my kin.

Hold me closer. (for the love of God, Mr. Wilson; for the love of God)

Any day, yesterday,
There's tomorrow to say, "Let's forget it anyway,"
Can you try to understand'
What's this mark upon my hand'
Would you sing a song for me 'cause I broke your rosary'