Innocent Heathen - Snowden

It’s nothing big to keep the lights on

Somehow it’s pretty to see them

'cuz no one else will she feeds them

She’s such an innocent heathen

There are such better ways to fix things

And they’re soft

And I have trouble remembering

She doesn’t mind to take her clothes off

She missed the Garden of Eden

And now the devil is your best friend

The lake of fire feels like cool wind

She shakes your soul up through the ceiling

The innocent heathen