You pray for the sheep
I get closer to hell
I stand on the hill
Then I run downI look in your eyes
You look for your price
You beg me to stop
But I was never that niceNever did mind about the little things
Never did mind about the little things
Never did mind
We'll stick to the plan: the Fall of Man
You pray for those sheep
Look forward to hell
Go live on the hill
No one comes downI look in your eyes
You look for some teeth
Like nickels at night
Left under the sheetsNever did mind about the little things
Never did mind about the little things
Never did mind
We'll stick to the plan: the Fall of Man
What you don't know won't kill you
What you don't know won't kill you
What you don't know won't kill you
What you don't knowWhat you don't know
Won't kill you
