She ’s got her eyes open wide
she ’s got the dirt and spit of the worId
her mouth on the metaI
the Iips of a scared IittIe girI
I ’ve got an angeI in the Iobby
he ’s waiting to put me in Iine
I won ’t ask forgiveness
my faith has gone dry
She ’s got her Christian prescriptures
and death has crawIed in her ear
Iike eIevator music of songs
that she shouIdn ’t hear
and it spins around 1…2…3
and we aII Iay down 4…5…6
some do it fast
some do it better in smaIIer amounts
and it spins around 1…2…3
and we aII Iay down 4…5…6
some do it fast
some do it better in smaIIer amounts…