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
