You pray for the sheep

I get closer to hell

I stand on the hill

then I run down

I look in your eyes

you look for your price

you beg me to stop

but I was never that nice

Never did mind about the little things

we'll stick to the plan

the fall of man

You pray for the sheep

look forward to hell

go live on the hill

no one comes down

I look in your eyes

you look for some teeth

like nickels at night

left under the sheets

Never did mind about the little things

we'll stick to the plan

the fall of man

What you don't know won't kill you