Lyrics The Fall of Man - Matthew Good Band

The Fall of Man

You pray for the sheep
I get closer to hell
I stand on the hill
Then I run down
I look in your eyes
You look for your price
You beg me to stop
But I was never that nice
Never 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 down
I look in your eyes
You look for some teeth
Like nickels at night
Left under the sheets
Never 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 know
What you don’t know
Won’t kill you