Up the stairs sins are undressing young hearts
and gluing them together so when they are torn apart
they leave great big scars across the chest
it's pitch black and the air smells just like sweat
dripping down the forehead of a safe bet
filling the willing up with dread

you're just something for the eyes
a pretty little thing for boys to try and get inside
you're way out there
you're way out there
and I'm sorry darlin but it looks like your out of time

all the fuzzy mistakes and the buzzing PA
and the bleach blonde ways of well thought out
phrases with perfect placement from their lips
these girls are like great generals at war
with other whores and of course it's all about
positioning and fake listening and shedding skin