Hey Girl,

You'll land it.

You got supplies

and they demand it.

You've got the looks

and the glamour,

cut by the chisel

and beaten by the hammer.



They're naive,

So they'll believe it.

They will act like dogs

when they recieve it.



Through the darkness

and the haze,

a stright and narrow

fall from grace.



They need,

they yearn.

They lust with cheeks unturned.

Hands shake and heads will nod.

They get by by the grace of God.



Hey Boy.

You understand.

Say your prayers,

or you'll be damned.



He's a watcher

and a voyer,

bystander

and destroyer.



They need,

they yearn.

They lust with cheeks unturned.

Hands shake and heads will nod.

They get by by the grace of God.