
In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel, Living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, Shining like a fiery beacon. You got that medicine I need; Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing.
In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel, Living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, Shining like a fiery beacon. You got that medicine I need; Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing.