i'll never go back there   don't make me go back there...      now that god is an athiest   finally i can sleep at night      in a hotel room with holes in the curtains   i shivered as she slid up my leg   she could convince me a hundred hail mary's   she whispered "dear boy, your god is me"      i'll never go back there   don't make me go back there...      i...don't...sleep...in this dead cold bed      in a hotel room the color of her skin   holes in the drapes spray beams of light   strangling lovers, were we kidding each other   gasping for breath, in poisonous lies      in a hotel room (it was my second communion)   is that your blood cleansing my veins   if three little angels (would peak in these curtains)   they'd whisper "dear boy, your mouth was too warm"   was too warm   was too warm