sin whore money, gonna buy me some thing pretty, not fake tits, fat injected lips, liposuction around my hips. something to say farewell to this to fly up up and away.

sin whore money, pass it done the line, those fat fucks they drink Heidsieck wine, but I laugh last knowing my soul is mine. Salvation is divine.

sin whore money, time to make you right, little cherub wings so this angel can take flight, perhaps to some just a permanent ink, maybe stop a minute and think. for those who understand, thanks.

farewell to hell.