she's got her eyes open wideshe's got the dirt and spit of the worldher mouth on the metalthe lips of a scared little girlI've got an angel in the lobbyhe's waiting to put me in linebut I won't ask forgivenessfor my faith has gone dryshe's got her Christian prescripturesand death has crawled in her earlike elevator musicthe songs that she shouldn't hearand it spins around1...2...3...and we all lay down4...5...6..some do it fastsome do it better in smaller amountsand it spins around1...2...3...and we all lay down4...5...6..some do it fastsome do it better in smaller amounts