Lofts

The elevator was a padded cell

For the socially insane

And the chronically unwell

Up three flights of stairs

To the girl I knew well

She wore skin on skin

With amphetamine

On the hair of her lip

The key doesn't fit lock no more

The key doesn't fit lock no more

The key doesn't fit lock no more

Oh youre such a whore

There's something in you

Bloodier than blood

There's something in you

Holier than god

There's something in you

The feeling when you come

And it hangs on inside

More loaded than a gun

There's something in you

I'm not quite sure what

But it's putting you to sleep

As you should be waking up

There's something in you

I'm luckier than him

So I Throwed a penny

In an old wishing well

There's something in you

That can make you such a slut

It started as a scratch

It's now an infected cut

There's something in you

That must be heaven sent

I was a hell bent believer

Until you showed up

There's something in you

And it's something I miss

When you were my puppet

And I your ventriloquist

There's something in you

Like the hook of a song

There's something in you

And you're going wrong

You're up in the lofts

And you're doing no good

You're up in the lofts

And you're not doing what you should

You're up in the lofts

And you're doing no good

You're up in the lofts

And you're doing no good

Something in you

Blacker than the cat

That lives on your corridor

Stares at you