She�s too fucking idle
A sociopathic heteromorphic wench
Nothing more than modest and rickety
She�s so disoriented
Too glassy-eyed and intoxicated
For even the most liberal of men.
For she�s fallen over the edge
Into hells fire, into his arms
Well she no longer believes in god
But believes in heaven, the heaven of lust
In love we trust.
She swears by it, takes it for what its worth
Because foolishness is bliss
When she�s wasted and seeing double
She�s too fucking spiritless
A bleeding sob-story existence
Its just not enough her frustrations are another�s enlightenment
For she has fallen over the edge
Into hells fire, into his arms
Well she no longer believes in god
But believes in heaven, the heaven of lust
In love we trust.
She�s way too fucking fucked up
Fallen over the edge
She�s way too fucking fucked up
Fallen over the edge
For she has fallen over the edge
Into hells fire, into his arms
Well she no longer believes in god
But believes in heaven, the heaven of lust
In love we trust.