Hell of Being Cut to Pieces Songtext
von Mojave Phone Booth

Always
You′re always on my mind
Thoughts of your dead body under my bed
You're always on my mind
Sinking
Like all the words you said to me
In the cool cool water of the cruelest faded destiny

Here we go again to the hell of secrets
Here we go again to the hell of lies


If you′re unafraid
Why would you ever say you need me
If you're unafraid
Why would you ever tell a lie
And you pick away
At the only little thing that's
Sacred and divine
And what you give away for free
Can′t be bought back so easily

Here we go again to the hell of secrets
Here we go again to the hell of lies

Will you keep me
Like a promise
Or a secret
Will you keep me
Will you keep me?

Couldn′t make a deal with god if I had to
There is not a thing you could take
I haven't had to lose