Ozzy Osbourne - Mr Crowley

Mr. Crowley, what went wrong in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead? Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic You waited on Satan’s call Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And they scattered the afterbirth (Solo) Mr. Crowley, won’t you ride my white horse Oh, Mr. Crowley, it’s symbolic