Plant Oak Lyrics

Mother Mary, make me good.
Give me money, give me hope.
Where is the door?
What should I do?
Clouds have gathered under you.
Hey, St.
Michael, fallen from grace.
You arch angel in disgrace.
Where is the light?
What should I do?

Clouds have gathered under you.
Link hands, lay down, and tie rope.
By the full moon, and black skies.
Plant oak."
Listen, Satan, I'm at a loss.
No one can give me a word with God.
Where is the power?
Where is the truth?
You know the answer, you know what to do.
Link hands, lay down, and tie rope.
By the full moon, and black skies.
Plant oak."