A midnight fallen angel comes To drag you through the floor As the chimes ring out you think about All the things you've done before Then you pray I hope I did my best to make the grade Well I may be broken hearted But I found myself some pleasure in the pain You pick up sticks and beg for wood Throw it on the fire And you know that there's no turning back When the flames get higher and higher Yeah come on I hope I did my best to do you wrong Well I may be broken hearted But I found myself some pleasure in the pain Turn me on I like what I've found I want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground Turn me on I like what I've found The time has come to take more gold Piss upon the pile Like a peg leg on a pirate ship Who never seems to smile Sail away I hope I did my best to stay away Well I may be broken hearted But I found myself some pleasure in the pain Turn me on I like what I've found I want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground Turn me on I like what I've found