Lyrics:

Weren't you the pilot who fell from the skies Was it a big mistake or just plain homicide How does it feel on the other side Do you hang out with the saints or the spies Are you still hellraising Are you still hellraising Hellraising Is this the kind of thing we always fear Are you so bent on hell you'd leave me up here God bless the miles we travelled too fast God help the suckers dead in your path Are you still hellraising Are you still hellraising Hellraising You will pay for your mistakes You will pay for your mistakes You will pay for your mistakes You will pay This love was born on crutches, crippled and bored Ripped out asleep and strangled by a phone cord Weren't you the pilot who swerved off the course Was it disaster or just plain force?