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