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