Bow Down

I was a sailor I was a sailor and now I'm a boat, yeah I was a car I was a car and now I'm the road And I was kneeling on the turnpike With an angel down my throat She said, "You don't know what it's like To bow down, down, down to Maria's dead bones" Down, down, down, down Down I was in love (I was in love) I was in love and now I'm in hell With Maria's bones talking to myself You don't know what it's like She said, "He with least money has most to sell Sell, sell" And she said, I've met angels so deep undercover That they sit on Solomon's throne And you don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like To bow down, down, down, down to Maria's bones" You don't know what it's like To bow down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down Down, down, down, bow down