They say they're running out of angels. They say I'm running out of time. Oh you don't have to be lucky. It is easier than trying, now they're bringing down a.
The chains from the bridle and the reins fell from my hands. An' the engines are idle and the ship sails on dry land. I stood there stupefied, I thought I recognized.
How long does a promise last?. How long can a lie be told?. What would I take in exchange for my soul?. Would I notice when it was sold?. . Wake me up, wake me up.
My head is spinning and my legs are weak. Goose step dancing, can't hear myself speak. Hope in the eyes of the ugly girls. That settle for the lies of the last chancers.