| Song | ...And We All Have A Hell |
| Artist | From First to Last |
| Album | Heroine |
| 作曲 : From First To Last | |
| Every day gets worse, | |
| Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse | |
| You must wonder why I look at you that way | |
| (That way) | |
| Tonight I'll make my way into your house | |
| I must; I'm lusting for your body, | |
| Skin looks tight, | |
| Think I just might have to take a bite | |
| But I know one will turn | |
| To three or four or more my little whore | |
| Tonight, tonight | |
| She's not alone | |
| (Can you taste the wicked in the room?) | |
| Bobbysoxer so pure, so young | |
| (By morning her soul will be gone, gone) | |
| I need a beautiful thing, | |
| Relax baby, that's a good girl | |
| You're like my work of art | |
| I can control, I can contort any | |
| Position that I wish, | |
| I make my fantasy reality | |
| Hold still, it will be over soon | |
| Tonight, tonight | |
| She's not alone | |
| (Can you taste the wicked in the room?) | |
| Bobbysoxer so pure, so young | |
| (By morning her soul will be gone, gone, gone, gone) | |
| I blend with the walls so I won't be seen | |
| My love, you smell so... | |
| I took one good look, | |
| I followed you home | |
| Tonight, tonight | |
| She's not alone | |
| (Can you taste the wicked in the room?) | |
| Bobbysoxer so pure, so young | |
| (By morning her soul will be gone) |
| zuò qǔ : From First To Last | |
| Every day gets worse, | |
| Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse | |
| You must wonder why I look at you that way | |
| That way | |
| Tonight I' ll make my way into your house | |
| I must I' m lusting for your body, | |
| Skin looks tight, | |
| Think I just might have to take a bite | |
| But I know one will turn | |
| To three or four or more my little whore | |
| Tonight, tonight | |
| She' s not alone | |
| Can you taste the wicked in the room? | |
| Bobbysoxer so pure, so young | |
| By morning her soul will be gone, gone | |
| I need a beautiful thing, | |
| Relax baby, that' s a good girl | |
| You' re like my work of art | |
| I can control, I can contort any | |
| Position that I wish, | |
| I make my fantasy reality | |
| Hold still, it will be over soon | |
| Tonight, tonight | |
| She' s not alone | |
| Can you taste the wicked in the room? | |
| Bobbysoxer so pure, so young | |
| By morning her soul will be gone, gone, gone, gone | |
| I blend with the walls so I won' t be seen | |
| My love, you smell so... | |
| I took one good look, | |
| I followed you home | |
| Tonight, tonight | |
| She' s not alone | |
| Can you taste the wicked in the room? | |
| Bobbysoxer so pure, so young | |
| By morning her soul will be gone |