you were the poison that i found in my machine
you were the colours that were left upon my sleeve
you were the something that horrified my sleep
you were the nothing that i left there in the deep
there is no heaven but i pray for rock and roll
it comes to tell me that it all but saved my soul
i don't know jesus but i hear he's good as gold
someday i'll call him, before i get too old
the bad things came in and they left an awful stain
the curse was lifted but you happened all the same
i know the story and i can't hear it again
you were the poison that i found in my machine
you were the poison that i found in my machine
you were the poison that i found in my machine