I fell out of heaven
To be with you in [bad word] 
My sin's not quite seven
Nothing much to tell

Lust I haven't craved
sainted boy im not
I'll take it to my grave
side cursed on rot

I ride this ropes alone
Beneath the sulfur sky
Everywhere I roam
Life is one big lie

When the fireball goes down
Out by LA waste
 [bad word] into town
But only for a day

If starving in bed means
pray for you to understand
The man cure is sleek
But lust holds my hand

I stumbled and I cry
I pounce with no revenge
At least I never lied
Or took the [bad word] to rail