Count to 6 and Die

Her eyes open wide
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.

Shes 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