Houses of the Holy
I don't know about then, but right about now
A young man has been murdered, and you won't believe how
An angel made the hooker kill, one brother can't believe
His lack of faith is troubling, he knows just what he sees
Speaking of the brothers, they're on the hunt again
Searching for the angel making innocent folks sin
In the church's private crypt the younger sees the light
And now he wants to kill a man, believing that it's right
But Dean doesn't believe in good, and won't let Sammy kill
He leaves his brother with the bag and searches out God's will
A woman's throat is almost slit, an angel this is not
The spirit making people kill, a priest that once was shot
The ghost lets go reluctantly when given his Last Rites
The blue sedan slams to a stop, Dean can't believe the sight
It seems redemption can't be found, and Sammy soon will turn
Big brother tells what he has seen, the lesson he has learned