Where do fallen angels go I just don't know They keep falling, falling, falling... Can you hear me There's a candle burning in the world tonight For another child who vanished out of sight And a heart is broken, another prayer in vain There's a million

Every time you drop a bomb You kill the god your child has born Boom, Boom, Boom, I'm walking through your streets Where all your money's earning Where all your buildings crying And clueless neckties working Revolving fake lawn houses Housing all your

These feelings will be gone Does this make me not a man? Now I see the times they change Leaving doesn't seems so strange I am hoping I can find Where to leave my hurt behind All this shit I seem to take All alone I seem to break I have lived the best I

Said you'd follow me anywhere But your eyes Tell me you won't be there I got to learn how to love without you I got to carry my cross without you Stuck in the middle and I'm just about to Figure it out without you And I'm done sitting home without you

I bought the golden band she wore, on the hand that closed the door And I bought the shoes that just walked out on me I bought her fancy clothes, for all occasions And that new car so she could go just any ole where she pleased Designer names and diamond

Pharaoh's army got drowned O Mary don't weep, don't mourn O Mary don't weep O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn O Mary don't you weep Well if I could I surely would Stand on the rock where Moses stood Well Mary wore 3 links of chain On every link was

But you try, don't you? You try, don't you? Just wanna die, don't you, when she runs? You can't make a woman sleep alone You can't tell her nothing she don't know Take a year and go back home Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains You ain't

Hello America, hello America Yeah, I'm gonna try Hollywood and San Pedro Bay I'm gonna give my love to you Well I'm takin' me a trip I'm going down to California I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna take you where the lights are bright I'm gonna give

Can't you save me? From the bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I go Where I’m from its cold But I don’t need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled Got my city’s area code on my shoulder, 216 forever in my soul Swear to God every single night its gets

This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive They are a person who feels good to be alive Believes the underdog will eventually survive Dr. Heckyll works late at the laboratory Where things are not as they seem Dr. Heckyll wishes nothing more