I shall be the last among thee Great in power Thus call'st me almighty In not be first archangel "We would like to see most of the human race killed off Because it is unworthy, it is unworthy of the gift of live" Been haunted be the paws of fear And felt

When genius wears a twisted face Should she drink on that prescription? Mental's not an apt description But even brilliance has it's place (Kelly/Mann) I offered up a weak embrace 'Till her song began to thin Slowing to a trickle down her chin Every head

I’m sick to my soul I can’t be controlled It feels I’m hanging at the end of my rope I wanna believe that there is still hope Now I’m hanging in the balance alone Heaven better tell me where the hell did the angels go I don’t wanna be the last to know

Angel angel of Harlem It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me

Tell me I'm an angel Take this to my grave Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man Tell me I'm a bad man Well I think I'm gonna burn in hell S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N, S-I-N Kick me like a stray I know a thing about contrition

Girl, where do you think you're goin'? Where do you think you're goin' Goin', girl? Take my hand, stay Joanne Heaven's not ready for you Every part of my aching heart Needs you more than the angels do If you could I know that you'd stay We both know

Yes, fools rush in where angels fear to tread And so I come to you, my love, my heart above my head Yes, when we met, I felt my life begin Hear the song of a fool How the fool broke a rule Is he really a fool? Though I see the danger there If there's a

I wish I had an angel For one moment of love I wish I had your angel tonight I wish I had your angel Your Virgin Mary undone I`m in love with my lust Burning angel wings to dust Old loves they die hard Old lies they die harder

This is spiritual, under your spell Like an angel, oh, at blow Like a feather, you make me float Magic, or one, or mystery All of you trying to work on me I would surrender myself Holy hell, and heaven high You will open up my eyes Phenomenon, the way

There were seven Spanish angels At the altar of the sun They were prayin' for the lovers In the valley of the gun When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared There was thunder from the throne And seven Spanish angels Took another angel home He looked