Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
would you have been a little angel? or an angel of sin?
tom-boy running around,
window
He shoved his car keys through her dirty little teeth
But Marla got her fingers on the trigger
She grabbed her little Tommy by the hair
The pistol
lowing
The poor baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side
'Til morning is nigh
would rather be dead
'Cause I don't have the time for your misogyny
Self-righteous angel, serial monogamy
And I don't remember being a promise
And now I
die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again, nah you'll never fuckin' see him again
Nah you'll
folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again... Nah you'll never fuckin' see him
The peace around me was so real lying in the clouds
Sipping on the sunlight as the angels sang aloud
A voice rang out and said:
My friend you're
firelight
I'm gonna burn like Joan tonight
Oh, this is the angel's sound
With wingtips singed
You're surely heaven bound
I'm only falling now just
drive away your fear
Hello you, little girl, I'm always by your side
Come close - close to me in this night
All the witches and elfs
I have seen
I see you're lost inside
Devil on your back, pushing angels away
You found the truth in lies
'Cause heaven ain't the place that you thought it
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
that
You had to get woken up
By a huge backslap
To the face by a case of the drowsies
Feeling lousy and pouty
Because now you're all crossed up
Are we at war tonight
Will there be angels whispering to midnight
Don't wake when lightning strikes
Heaven grant me one last wish I beg you
Let me say
of heaven and a mass of genocide
If what you see and what you feel don't tend to be the same ideal
Just stop and find and hope to share a little piece
Heaven sent they cannot mess with You
Surrounded by some demons
You the angel in my circular
Forget about your body
Coz your face is what I'm rocking for
carved by the gods (god)
Carved by the heavens made so fine (so fine)
Carved by the heavens made to be mine (mine)
If there is a god you are the design
You
said
Oh the evergreen points up toward the heavens
And the star still leads wise men to their King
And the lights remind me of the angels singing
Glory
I Remember Christmas
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link
Names and moments and faces and words
Names and moments and faces and words
Names and moments
Had an eye for fashion making different color clothes work
She was a gift from heavens, a little angel who was magnificent
Blessed with curls that never
the day
So I say, oh hey, come join the flesh buffet
Well, that's a little violent, can we tone it down?
Oh, don't be put off by their snarling
In a cozy, little four-by-two
With an angel half as sweet as you
I'd live contently
Oh, how happy I'd be
That old landlord comin' 'round for
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
I'll do if you say so
Turned prey once I showed him my halo
Like a spell that you can't ever break no
Been compelled by the darkest of angels
Locked in
that stable
Then by God you were forwarned
That you would witness a great miracle
Cause the Son of God was born
Can't you hear the Angels singing
Their
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