Oh, I used to be disgusted. Now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted. You know the angels wanna wear my red shoes. . But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain.
If I could believe two and two is five. Two wrongs make a right. Well then, man alive. Lost in my insolence and sneers. That might sound like prayers.
Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone. Blare and rubber, eyes that blubber. Teeth that bite, hands that slide. And I'm trying to do the best I can. But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man.