Night Comes With The Smell Of Murder And Shadows Fall Long On My Trail Such Are The Hazards Of My Craft
And The Devil Takes Me Down
There Is Panic In My Fascination Like Soothing Wine Is My Despair Gracefully I Fall To Pieces
And The Devil Takes Me Down
And The Ropes Stretch Far In This World Of Hopelessness
I Have Come A Long Way Now I Have Come A Long Way Now I Have Come A Long Way Now I Have Come A Long Way Now
There Is Vanity In My Destruction There Is Mockery In My Ordeal Indefinite Is The Course Of My Decent