Beltline Houses Of The Holy lyrics

Let me take you to the movies
Can I take you to the show?
Let me be yours ever truly
Can I make your garden grow?

From the houses of the holy
We can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan's daughter
And it only goes to show, you know

There's an angel on my shoulder
In my hands, a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden
And the seeds of love I'll sow, you know

So the world is spinning faster
Are you dizzy when you're stoned
Let the music be your master

Will you heed the master's call?

Oh, Satan and man
Satan and man

Said there ain't no use in crying
'Cause it'll only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lying?
Was this the only world you had? Oh, oh

So let me take you, take you to the movie
Can I take you, baby, to the show?
Why don't you let me be yours ever truly?
Can I make your garden grow?