My love she hides a cruel disease   It's the bullet in her mind, it's the plan   between her knees   It's the colour of the night, it's the   number of the beast     My love she dreams of Tel Aviv   She's got nails in her hands and nails   in her feet   She's not from the Holy Land but she   think she used to be     Tell me when was hell so beautiful?   Tell me with your words that disagree   Tell me with your reason carved like granite   Tell me so that I can be free     My love she's like a cruel disease   She's the bullet in my mind   She's got a plan between her knees   She's the colour of the night   She stirs the beast in me