Sunday, and the Devil fell from Heaven

I've been falling,
'round and 'round,
down from Heaven-
till I hit the ground-
My feet are running
When they touch the street
I don't have no time to lose-
I got someone to meet...
Lost Paradise...

Say's she's living
To suffer for my art
I take her home with me
Until we have to part
My date's at midnight
At the old crossroads
She'll be wearing her red shoes
And carryin' my load

Lost Paradise

She's been calling
Can't make up her mind
Should she go? Or should she cum?
Should we get so entwined?
Momma cut off my money
I've got no place to go
I'm standing in the street
Lookin' like scarecrow..

Lost Paradise