Still the crying hurts in your head Well you're still beneath my feet Here I sit at Mary Ann's place Oh baby the rain is always pouring when I'm here Saw the lightning caught your stone Oh maybe the angels of tomorrow will let me go Well oh God don't

How you know what it’s like When good luck has changed the sides And no sun shines in the dark and no angels Ever hear your prayers in the night When your fears come up your spine House of cards Sometimes it’s easy to forget only for a moment Whatever

From up and down, and still somehow I've looked at life from both sides now It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all Rows and floes of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds

Hail Satan, Archangelo Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer Hail Satan, welcome year zero Hail Satan, Welcome year zero Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice Equal as parasites and moving without eyes A day of reckoning

To the bride (to the bride, to the bride) May you always (always) I remember that night, I just might (rewind) Alright, alright That’s what I’m talkin’ about Now everyone give it up for the maid of honor Angelica Schuyler

With the angels Gone, she's asleep, finally, she's at peace Gone, out of reach, finally, souls in peace How could you put your own child in danger? And turn around and take the words of a stranger You didn't wanna face the facts so you blamed her Why

Make me an angel That flies from Montgomery Make me a poster Of an old rodeo Just give me one thing That I can hold on to To believe in this livin' Is just a hard way to go I am an old woman

Je reste avec moi-même et j'ai la flemme Who the hell do you think you are? Sortir c'est pour les nuls, t'façon j'ai pas la thune Stayin' in bed instead of going out Stayin' in bed instead of standing proud Paris s'allume, ce qui m'manque c'est Bruxelles

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and