 They're on holy ground, not known Judas watches from the trail Wow, posing as the saint of need You got father too, the one who's weak By using words like sad defeat You laugh, but you gotta lose the beat The girls all giggle at your feet Squealing people that you meet You might get made to be discreet Don't you take your mask off, trick or treat As you get the stars down on their knees But do you really think that you have fortune beat?