She's got eyes like Zapruder. Mouth like heroin. She wants me to be. Perfect like Kennedy. This isn't God, this isn't God. This isn't God, this isn't God.
You built me up with your wishing hell. I didn't have to sell you. You threw your money in the pissing well. You do just what they tell you. Repent, that's what I'm talking about.
He is the angel with the scabbed wings. Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose. He will deflower the freshest crop. Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores.