from the manger to the morgue strangers are born and reborn giving birth to the wages of sin and claiming it came from within within me there s a gaping hole it seems i m last to know no one or thing can fill this empty space that i ve been pacing in i fell in love with an empty place but i want change but i won t change i can t feel a thing the pins and needles sing i can say it but it won t mean a thing cause i know you ll fall for each and every pretty word i sing sing i can say it but it won t mean a thing cause i know you ll fall for each and every pretty word i sing sing sing spirits spin me around once more sin if you sing the overture that lulls me back to sleep i swear i m yours to keep consumed with consuming soon i ll swallow people whole i ll have back what strangers stole if i can t find my happiness i ll soon devour yours i ll sing your weary head to rest with my overture cause i fell in love with an empty place but i want yours but i want yours i can say it but it won t mean a thing cause i know you ll fall for each and every pretty word i sing sing i can say it but it won t mean a thing cause i know you ll fall for each and every pretty word i sing sing sing for it i fell for it i fell so fast for it i fell for it i fell so hard for it i fell for it i fell so fast i fell for it i fell for it you could say it but it won t mean a thing cause you know i ll fall for each and every pretty word you sing sing you could say it but it won t mean a thing cause you know i ll fall for each and every pretty word you sing sing sing