I'm not one for raising hell, or robbing the grave As far as I can tell, I wasn't the same Living in a rotting house, with the chip and the paint Temples that the lonely built, from it they came If it wasn't for the Northside girl, I'd be buried She brings me to my knees, she might as well be Mother Mary I can still see myself, with the clothes on my back Louisiana voodoo man, wearing nothing but black I'd be just another tomb no one's looking at She'd make me like a one breath prayer at a midnight mass If it wasn't for the Northside girl, I'd be buried She brings me to my knees, she might as well be Mother Mary Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh If it wasn't for the Northside girl, I'd be buried She brings me to my knees, she might as well be Mother Mary Mother Mary Mother Mary Mother Mary Mother Mary