The Fall of Man

You pray for the sheep
 I get closer to hell
 I stand on the hill
 Then I run down
 I look in your eyes
 You look for your price
 You beg me to stop
 But I was never that nice
 Never did mind about the little things
 Never did mind about the little things
 Never did mind
 We'll stick to the plan: the Fall of Man
 You pray for those sheep
 Look forward to hell
 Go live on the hill
 No one comes down
 I look in your eyes
 You look for some teeth
 Like nickels at night
 Left under the sheets
 Never did mind about the little things
 Never did mind about the little things
 Never did mind
 We'll stick to the plan: the Fall of Man
 What you don't know won't kill you
 What you don't know won't kill you
 What you don't know won't kill you
 What you don't know
 What you don't know
 Won't kill you