The Man in Green

Tonight she'll be alone she's gonna meet her god She holds a glass of wine some guilt in her smile Needle of an old pickup scratching a rusty disc The room completely dark just wolf moon shines through the mist Deeper the voice deeper she goes deeper the lust control is lost Deeper the breath the peak is near the sheet is wet its time to scream my dear Her tongue licking her lips a spicy cinnamon taste Her finger lower slips the burning bed starts to creak The man in green makes you obscene a shudder in your thighs The man in green forgives your sins as long as you make new ones