
Hell Was FullYou looking so damned innocent.You looking too damned innocent. You bringing me your trouble. You walk away with no regret. - Why'd you find me, why'd you haunt me...Hell was full? - I like to play it safe, I like to keep things simple. I know when to find my place, And how to grab a handful. - Why'd you find me, why'd you haunt me...Hell was full? - You got a soul as cold as sin, You're a black heart, sister. I held it in my hand, It ran liquid through my fingers. - Why'd you find me, why'd you haunt me...Hell was full? - Words and Music by Brian Carlson and Fred Bueltmann(Copyright 1996) |