Count to 6 and Die
She's got here eyes open wide
She's got the dirt and spit of the world
She's got her mouth on the metal
The lips of a scared little girl
I got a angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
I won't ask forgiveness
For 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 shouldn't 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
And it turns around
1, 2, 3,
And we all lay down
4, 5, 6,
Some do it fast
Some do it better in smaller amounts
Autor(es): Marilyn Manson
