In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel living in the garden of evil. Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed, shining like a fiery beacon. You got that medicine I need; fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly. Put your hands on my waist, do it softly. Me and God we don't get along, so now I sing. In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel looking to get fucked hard, like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer, life imitates art. You got that medicine I need; dope, shoot it up straight to the heart, please. I don't really wanna know what's good for me. 'God's dead', I said 'Baby that's alright with me'. When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me crazy, cause life imitates art. If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby? You tell me 'life isn't that hard'. No one's gonna take my soul away, living like Jim Morrison. Headed towards a fucked up holiday motel. Squeeze, squeeze, and I'm singing; fuck yeah give it to me, this is heaven, what I truly want is innocence lost.