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 I'm not
I take it to my grave
a side cursed on rot


I ride these 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
I pray for you to understand

the man sure is sleek
but lost was my hand


I struggle and I cry
I pounce with no revenge
at least I never lied

or took the truth to rail