Count to six and Die

 

 

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

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