I dream of Maria With a face white like chalk Alone in my bed I've got horns on the crown of my head Perish the thought In my rack and my ruin I want to give up the ghost But there's a rage in the depths of me It fills me up with lust to live To see the day my son k**s them both Come to me Samuel With the last of my strength I command you as father to son: take revenge! My boy I hardly know you It makes no sense to fret I would probably bore you and where I'm going I'll forgive and forget In my dying man's folly Angry and shrivelled with shame There's a rage in the depths of me My legacy is medicine because one day you'll inherit my pain When you've shaken off boyhood You may understand love Me and your mother once needed each other but now Enough is enough At the giddiest limits Only one pa**ion remains There's a rage in the depths of me It makes me cruel It makes me take the trip from pity to pain Come to me Samuel With the last of my breath I whisper my dying desire: carry d**h! I'm going on a journey d**h's the traveller's friend Me and Maria were sinners up here So below I'll meet her again In this inverse religion Compa**ion wells up in my heart There is a grace in the depths of me I'll never lose my family If I pa** on the murderer's art I gave her a troublefree life I suffered so she could enjoy it Now she's the president's wife I make plans to destroy it Let's work our pa**age to hell A landscape of wide open spaces That's where a salesman lives well And his wife always knows what her place is Let's work our pa**age to hell A landscape of wide open spaces That's where a salesman lives well And his wife always knows what her place is Let's work our pa**age to hell A landscape of wide open spaces That's where a salesman lives well And his wife always recognises old familiar faces