Из альбома: Lust Lust Lust
I fell out of heaven
to be with you in hell
my sin`s not quite seven
nothing much to tell
lust i haven´t craved
a sainted boy im not
i`ll take it to my grave
a side cursed on rot
i ride this ropes alone
beneath the sulfur sky
everywhere i roam
life is one big lie
when the fireball goes down
out by LA waste
i come into town
but only for a day
if starving in bed means
a pray for you to understand
the man cure is sleek
but lust holds my hand
i stumbled and i cry
i pounce with no revenge
at least i never lied
or took the truth to rail