It was many years ago that I became what I am... I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb. Now I can never show my face at noon and you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon.
The brim of my hat hides the eyes of a beast. I've the face of a sinner, but the hands of a priest.
Oh, you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street...
