ANGELS
You got a new friend
Oh, but what's his name though
They're never good enough
Don't let it get too rough
Yeah you been writing books
I never see them
Your words are clearer now
I wouldn't get too proud
You've got a new friend
She's not the same though
Been through a bit too much
Can't seem to find your touch
Too strong to choke it down
Yeah, things feel stranger now
Too strong to sleep it off
Don't think I've had enough
Telling lies, telling lies, say you're writing works of fiction
Perfect teeth, perfect eyes go with your perfect diction
Swear to God, swear to god, but you ain't got no religion, no
And I know you've got needs
But it's always such a let down
And you've gotta believe
You gotta stay down to get down
Oh, you've gotta believe
You gotta know who you are and what you came for
Chasing lights like all the other angels on the dance floor
Touch your thighs and believe that this isn't what he came for, no
And you gotta believe
We're gonna die rich and famous
And you gotta concede
That this is far from fucking painless
Oh, you've gotta believe
Oh, you've gotta believe
Oh, you've gotta believe
Oh, but what's his name though
They're never good enough
Don't let it get too rough
Yeah you been writing books
I never see them
Your words are clearer now
I wouldn't get too proud
You've got a new friend
She's not the same though
Been through a bit too much
Can't seem to find your touch
Too strong to choke it down
Yeah, things feel stranger now
Too strong to sleep it off
Don't think I've had enough
Telling lies, telling lies, say you're writing works of fiction
Perfect teeth, perfect eyes go with your perfect diction
Swear to God, swear to god, but you ain't got no religion, no
And I know you've got needs
But it's always such a let down
And you've gotta believe
You gotta stay down to get down
Oh, you've gotta believe
You gotta know who you are and what you came for
Chasing lights like all the other angels on the dance floor
Touch your thighs and believe that this isn't what he came for, no
And you gotta believe
We're gonna die rich and famous
And you gotta concede
That this is far from fucking painless
Oh, you've gotta believe
Oh, you've gotta believe
Oh, you've gotta believe
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Landrum
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