Bow Down

I was a sailor
I was a sailor, and now I'm a boat
I was a car
I was a car, and now I'm the road

And I was kneeling down on the turnpike
With an angel down my throat
She said you don't know what it's like
To bow down down down to Maria's dead bones

I was in love
I was in love, and now I'm in hell
With Maria's bones talking to myself

You don't know what it's like
She said: He with least money has the most to sell
And she said: I've met angels so deep undercover
That they'd sit on Solomon's throne
And you don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
To bow down, down, down, down to Maria's bones