All you little girls, man
They like to play
Little death games
Along the way.

Then they come running back
On their knees, saying,
"There's nowhere left where I'm safe."

But they're little dead hearts,
They ain't afraid,
Still burning a prayer
Up in the scarecrow's face.

From Zixox to the Judas tree,
We've lost some religion along the way.
But you find it fast...now
When you're crawling floors
And calling the Lord
From the Slaughter House.

All the little toy soldiers
Like to play
Little death games
Along the way.

Shepherding angels
Through the stockades.
Selling them faces
And an ounce of grace.

It's all prisons
Of paper mache'
Crumbling 'neath
The pounding rain.

I've seen snakes up in the Judas Tree
We've lost some religion along the way.
But you find it fast, down,
When you're crawling the floors
And calling the Lord, Lord, Lord
From the Slaughter House.

When you lay down on Zixox Ridge
All you thought was sacred then
Now don't mean shit.
Is there a heaven in the night sky
Where the moon sits?
So many killers on the street, tonight
Just wandering around here...

I'll shoot a hole in the night's roof
Where the moon sits.
Is there a heaven on the other side?
Can I get in?
I'll crawl through a hole
In the night's roof
Where the dead men live.
There's so many killers on the streets tonight
Just wandering around....here.

(Outro)

If you need a whore
To wash feet
I think I know how.
I feared no evil then
But I fear it now.

And if you need a thief
To sweep floors
I think I know how.
I feared no evil then
But I fear it now...