The elevator was a padded cell
For the socially insane
And the chronically unwell
Up three flights of stairs
To the girl I knew well

She wore skin on skin
With amphetamine
On the hair of her lip

The key doesn't fit the lock no more (x3)

Oh, you're such a whore!

There's something in you bloodier than blood
There's something in you holier than God
There's something in you, the feeling when you cum
It hangs on inside, more loaded than a gun

There's something in you, I'm not quite sure what
But it's putting you to sleep as you should be waking up
There's something in you unluckier than Hell
So I throwed a penny in an old wishing well

There's something in you, it can make you such a slut
It started as a scratch and it's now an infected cut
There's something in you that must be heaven sent
I was a hellbent believer until you showed up

There's something in you, it's something I miss
When you were my puppet
And I, your ventriloquist

There's something in you like the hook of a song
There's something in you and you're going wrong

You're up in the lofts and you're doing no good
You're up in the lofts, you're not doing what you should
Up in the lofts, doing no good
You're up in the lofts, doing no good

There's something in you blacker than the cat
That lives on your corridor and stares at you