There are thousand kinds of hell
and they're all designed to burn
like your eyes which fell upon me
just to cry on my parade
yount your blessings in the doorway
brush the dust off your tattoos
before our maker we're all puny
unless you can change the tune
and the sspiders become pets now
and their webs become my house
now that time hast left my friends list
I think you know what I'm about
and they're all designed to burn
like your eyes which fell upon me
just to cry on my parade
yount your blessings in the doorway
brush the dust off your tattoos
before our maker we're all puny
unless you can change the tune
and the sspiders become pets now
and their webs become my house
now that time hast left my friends list
I think you know what I'm about