this gorgon gal has passed on, now
(her snakes don't writhe no more)
cause perseus has laid her low
(squirming...squirming...squirming)
the blood that flows will yet survive
(it regrows into wildlife)
some deadly things begin to thrive
(in their new world)

you'd turn to stone
your skin and bones...would turn to stone
you'd turn to stone
no more going home...you could not roam

her dying embers start to rise
(a snake that's growing fangs, lives on)
he'll go and fill the world with fright
(squirming...squirming...squirming)
a horse with wings doth fly away
(he's honored everywhere he goes)
poseidon's child shall have his day
(in his new world)

you'd turn to stone
your skin and bones...would turn to stone
you'd turn to stone
no more going home...you could not roam
turn to stone...your skin and bones...would turn to stone

yeah, you'd turn into stone cause her face, you were shown
better leave her alone and stay out of her zone
cause her magic has grown and its ugly in tone
yeah, she'll turn you, she'll turn you, she'll turn you to stone

there were three sisters, i recall
(all ugly after all)
and now i see that one is gone
(squirming...squirming...squirming)
medusa's met an awful fate
(her head is gone...her head is gone)
she won't return again. i'd say
(to our new world)

you'd turn to stone
your skin and bones...would turn to stone
you'd turn to stone
no more going home...you could not roam
turn to stone...your skin and bones...would turn to stone