Lyrics:

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

but I won't ask forgiveness

for my faith has gone dry

she's got her Christian prescriptures

and death has crawled in her ear

like elevator music

the songs that she shouldn't hear

1...2...3...

and it spins around

4...5...6..

and we all lay down

some do it fast

some do it better in smaller amounts