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

I will follow I feel my temperature rising. My body explodes. I feel like somebody's watching, like I'm not alone, I stopped I Vowed right then and said that, Whatever path you take, wherever you might go, Whenever you decide to leave, I will follow, I

Well, there's one kind of favor I'll ask of you And there's two white horses following me Did you ever hear that coffin' sound Did you ever hear them church bells tone Well, my heart stopped beating and my hands turned cold There's just one last favor

Oh, you've caught an even atom tan Now, the corporations stopped (Stopped pushing fast food) Been a multiple shooting (Downtown at the bank) Reluctantly the panic (Begins to catch fire) But it did not affect (The steady sale of jun) Oh, the state office

I am not afraid The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth Promising volcanic change of plot When you told me what you knew Lost in the moment The day that the music stopped And I do remember you Where

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby

Bitch watch me! You watch me They can't stop me Even if they stopped me I'm on it ooh I'm on it I'm so on it and how ever you want it You can get it tonight hoe

Is there somebody who can watch you? I know it's me that's supposed to love you And when I'm home you know I got you I preferred it before We should ring dad more Lost our house Hold me close I stopped by, just to wash my clothes Is there somebody who

And the greatest is love Where were you when the world stopped turnin' I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man I watch CNN, but I'm not sure I can tell you The diff'rence in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I

Can't get you out of my head Out of, out of my head Out of my headphones It's like the record stopped spinning And you're gone again and I'm stuck here alone I turn it up, you turn me on It takes me back It takes all night long