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   We'll stick to the plan   The fall of man      You pray for the 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   We'll stick to the plan   The fall of man      What you don't know won't kill you