An Ode To Locksmiths-Type O Negative

Been given the keys I knew I'd receive Be careful what you're asking for Thy rod and thy staff simply twelve toned math An earful opening all doors Simon the roman gone fission for man If you're caught is to be freed Come open your lock by using a rock Or sowing the proper seeds Woe to thee all woman of land, air and sea Adam was the serpent apple 'tween his knees Seduced by a snake worshiped by nations Banished forth, from Eden it's the male who is Satan From the tree of knowledge (a metaphor for sex) Plucked a ripened globs of fruit that of her innocence Since forbidden resisted forcing her to taste Now I know why girls hate boys 'cause Eve was in fact raped We ain't going home - got nowhere to go