作词 : Allan/Compston/Cooper
 作曲 : Allan/Compston/Cooper
 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 ***********
 On the hair of her lip
 The key doesn't fit lock no more

 The key doesn't fit lock no more
 The key doesn't fit lock no more
 Oh youre 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 come
 And 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
 I'm luckier than him
 So I Throwed a penny
 In an old wishing well
 There's something in you
 That can make you such a slut
 It started as a scratch
 It's now an infected cut
 There's something in you
 That must be heaven sent
 I was a hell bent believer
 Until you showed up
 There's something in you
 And 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
 And you're not doing what you should
 You're up in the lofts
 And you're doing no good
 You're up in the lofts
 And you're doing no good
 Something in you
 Blacker than the cat
 That lives on your corridor
 Stares at you