He says he’s going to dream of me,
No sweet means in my cup of tea
Why must I give the devil his due,
A machine for me and a machine for you,
He doesn’t need to ask me anymore,
He’s a broken vow, I’m a broken whore.

So we got down on our dirty knees,
And prayed there is no Lord who sees,
That women have their place below,
For the devil to reap, the devil to sow.
I buried that devil long ago.

She’s got a fast car, fast enough I say,
I tell her I need a thrill let’s run away,
That dead beat town-like cemetery,
All the beautiful spooks I used to know,
On my way out of sleepy little Terror.
You look so good in the rear view mirror.

All that’s left for us is to fall apart,
And forget that life doesn’t imitate art.
And just keep driving far far away,
From darkening dream, toward the day,
You could get fat eating my dust,
I don’t need to sleep to know I’m just..