Innocent Heathen

it's nothing big to keep the lights on somehow it's pretty to see them 'cuz no one else will she feeds them she's such an innocent heathen there are such better ways to fix things and they're soft and I have trouble remembering she doesn't mind to take her clothes off she missed the Garden of Eden and now the devil is your best friend the lake of fire feels like cool wind she shakes your soul up through the ceiling the innocent heathen