This world was made for madmen This world's a stage for the undead Death finds you begging with the two-tongued sisters Hissing in the back row This world ain't nothing but a blindspot This world's a lake of fire in which we are caught And morphine licks her lips as she lays her knives Into the sloe black hearts, these sloe black hearts Run for the hills There ain't no Eden It's kill or be killed For all us heathens There ain't no Eden This world's adrift with melancholia This world's a baby crying for her mama And your mistress is waiting in the hallway fading Into nothingness, oh, nothing Run for the hills There ain't no Eden It's kill of be killed For all us heathens There ain't no Eden 'Neath them yellow pines I'm sucking on the rind Of the moon in your eyes Of the moon in your eyes I'm hanging on the wind Like a long-gone friend 'Neath them yellow pines Run for the hills There ain't no Eden It's kill or be killed For all us heathens There ain't no Eden There ain't no Eden