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
