Fall of man

You pray for the sheep I get closer to hell I stand on the hill then I run down I look in your eyes you look for your price you beg me to stop but I was never that nice Never did mind about the little things we'll stick to the plan the fall of man You pray for the sheep look forward to hell go live on the hill no one comes down I look in your eyes you look for some teeth like nickels at night left under the sheets Never did mind about the little things we'll stick to the plan the fall of man What you don't know won't kill you