what hurt comes from my free will i feel as big as death say the words are sure to kill blue words fall blackmail in detail the devil is the way you told it s all there is but i said pray you won t ask what a bad saint for you to have and i pray you won t ask what a bad saint for you what a bad saint to have monday comes can t forget my saturday s regret taking pills when i should quit head so big town so small four pennies wage it all answering my bitter call i love you more than i