She throws his arms around her neck, drinks him like he is JesusThe broken neon sign outside spies like a voyeur through the glassShe smokes his cigarettes and goes inside his leather walletClips by the picture of his wife to get to Benjamin and GrahamHe takes her to the train on his six, he leaves her with his coat and ethicsHe sees her in the headlights and his face turns whiteWas her body like, oh, oh, was your eye on your life?Tell me, did she taste like sweet surrender?Was it hard to think I knew what you're preaching like?Was she screaming like, oh, oh, to me doesn't get you off to watch me watch youHis faith was loaded as a drunk, strung out and in denialHow could he inhale and break his tenure? Hallelujah in a vanPresses her ring against his chest, asks him if she was worth itDidn't pay to come, paid to someone to pretend they gavea *You don't know what you put me through, loveI bet it was a funeral, loveBut we found on the top rope, where the silence brokeWas her body like, oh, oh, was your eye on your life?Oh, oh, tell me, did she taste like sweet surrender?Was it hard to think I knew what you're preaching like?Oh, oh, was she screaming like, oh, oh, to me doesn't get you off to watch me watch youOh, oh, in all insideI'm sorry till I do it againHe said, she saidI hate him but I love himSo yeahI'm sorry till I do it againHe said, she saidI hate him but I love himI hate him but I love himIt was about a lockWith your arm in your lockWith your preaching lifeWith your screaming lifeIt was about a lockWith your arm in your lockTell me, did you taste like sweet surrender?Was it hot to think I knew?With your preaching lifeWith your screaming lifeTell me, does it get you off to watch me watching you?Tell me, did you taste like sweet surrender?Was it hot to think I knew?Was it hot to think I knew?