I want to be an artist - yeah,
I want to sell my soul, to see for you -
O but since we ate that apple,
She's so doggone hard to call; -
Since we ate that apple
It's been a hell
Of coming through to you.

I want to tear my heart out,
Let you see, how it works - for you,
O but since Eva fled
Into that snake-fighting haze,
It's been very hard to call her,
It's been a hell
Of coming through to you.

I want to sing my voice out,
Let it touch our bleeding hearts - for good,
O but since I took my body
I've been crying inside you,
Since we ate that apple
It's been a hell
Of coming through to you.

I want to let my sun shine
And blind our hating eyes - O Lord,
But since I'm burning fires
It's so very hot inhere,
Since I've let my body down
He's ashamed to see his bride; -
Yes since we ate that apple
It's sure a hell
Of coming through to you
It's sure a hell
Of coming through to me.

O yes, I really want to turn
That apple down in my stomach
Into shit.