She's got her eyes open wide
She's got the dirt and spit of the world
Her mouth on the metal lips of
A scared little girl
I got an angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
My faith has gone dry
She's got her Christian prescriptures
And death has crawled in her ear
I kill the faith of the music with songs that
She shouldn't hear
And it spins around
One two three
And we all lay down
Four five six
Some do it fast and some do it better in smaller amounts
And it turns around
One two three
And we all lay down
Four five six
Some do it fast and some do it in smaller amounts