Shes got her eyes open wide shes got the dirt and spit of the world her mouth on the metal the lips of a scared little girl
Ive got an angel in the lobby hes waiting to put me in line I wont ask forgiveness my faith has gone dry
Shes got her Christian prescriptures and death has crawled in her ear like elevator music of songs that she shouldnt 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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