Houses of the Holy

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?