The Fall Of Man — текст песни (Matthew Good Band)

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