I'll be your girl till the morning
she cried in a lily white dress
her skin was as sweet as the dawning
when she was claimed to return to the dead
she died with no ring around her finger
crying in a dirty hotel
the voice of the karaoke singer
carried her to the gates of hell
up in the attic, going down to work
living automatic, turning both my cheeks
slept with many a good husband
now I sleep with liars and thieves
I know about the order, know what I believe
but the broken elements of this earthly life
gave me nothing but grief
I was born, born in the mouth of the beast
although I never did love her
I was bummed 'cause she was working for me
not a day have I gone sober
since I buried her not a mile from here
she was born in the mouth of the beast
she was born in the mouth of the beast
born in the mouth of the beast
I was born in the mouth of the beast