She's Got Her Eyes Open Wide

She's Got The Dirt And Spit Of The World

She's Got 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

But I Wont Ask Forgeveness

For 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 Couldnt Hear



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It Spins Around

4...5...6...

We All Lay Down

Some Do It Fast

Some Do It Better In Smaller Amounts