She's got her eyes open wide

She's got the dirt and spit of the world

Her mouth on the metal

The lips of a scared little girl





I've 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

Like elevator music of songs

That she shouldn't hear





And it spins around 1...2...3

And we all lay down 4...5...6

Some do it fast

Some do it better in smaller amounts





And it spins around 1...2...3

And we all lay down 4...5...6

Some do it fast

Some do it better in smaller amounts


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