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