She's got her eyes open wide
  she's got the dirt and spit of the world
  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