Count to Six and Die.
She's got her eyes open wide,
She's got the dirt and spit of the world
Her mouth on the metal
The lips of a scared little girl
I've got an angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
My faith has gone dry
She's got her Christian prescriptures
and death has crawled in her ear
Like elevator music of songs
that she shouldnt' hear
and it spins around 1...2...3
and we all lay down 4...5...6
some do it fast
some do it better in smaller amounts
Сосчитай до шести и умри
У нее широко открыты глаза,
У нее грязь и плевки мира
ее рот металличекий,
губы маленькой испуганной девочки
У меня ангел в лобби
он ждет, чтобы поставить меня в очередь
Я не хочу просить прощения
Моя вера осталась сухой
Ей достались ее христианские священные рецепты
И смерть заползла в ее ухо...
Как песни из лифтов,
Которые ей не следовало бы слушать
и оно вертится 1...2...3
и мы все падаем 4...5...6,
некоторое делают это быстро
некоторые делают это лучше в меньшем количестве...
Count to Six and Die.
She's Got Her Eyes Open Wide
SHE'S GOT THE DIRT AND SPIT OF THE WORLD
HER MOUTH ON THE METAL
THE LIPS OF A SCARED LITTLE GIRL
I'Ve Got An Angel In The Lobby
HE'S WAITING TO PUT ME IN LINE
I WONT Ask Forgiveness
MY FAITH HAS GONE DRY
She's Got Her Christian Prescriptures
And Death Has Crawled in Her Ear
LIKE ELEVATOR MUSIC OF SONGS
THAT SHOULDNT 'HEAR
And IT SPINS Around 1 ... 2 ... 3
and we all lay down 4 ... 5 ... 6
Some Do It Fast
Some Do It Better in Smaller Amounts
Catch up to six and die
Her eyes are wide open,
She has dirt and spitting of the world
her mouth metal
Lips of a little frightened girl
I have an angel in the lobby
He is waiting to put me in line
I do not want to ask for forgiveness
My faith remained dry
She got her Christian sacred recipes
And death covered in her ear ...
Like songs from elevators,
Which she should not have to listen
And it spins 1 ... 2 ... 3
And we all fall 4 ... 5 ... 6,
some make it fast
Some do it better in smaller quantities ...
