Beatrice, come over here Come and lay yourself down Yeah, tell me all about it To that lonesome sound Take a look outside It's all a bit crazy People are real nervous Too nervous to talk to a mother's son Beatrice, let's get dressed Take a look at what's been done Yeah, you got me thinking About what I don't want to know Beating of the chest Stink rising in the patriot's nest Doing what's best Kicking out the face of a mother's son Beatrice, I like your smile Makes me want to own you Well, okay, but just for a while then Before they stone you Tell me, how do you speak to God? Tell me, how do you speak to God? When you're down there on the floor Singing the song of a mother's son Oh singing out now Oh singing out now Oh singing out now Oh singing out now Oh singing out now Oh singing out now