nobody else here baby no one else here to blame
no one to point the finger…it’s just you and me and the rain
nobody made you do it, no one put words in your mouth
nobody here taking orders when love took a train heading south
it’s the blink leading the blond
it’s the stuff the stuff of country songs
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sigh
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?
God has got his phone off the hook babe would he even pick up if he could?
It’s been a while since we saw that child hangin’ round this neighbourhood
see His mother dealing in a doorway see Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister’s eyes are a blister…THE HIGH STREET never looked so low
it’s the blind leading the blond
it’s the cops collecting for the cons
so where is the hope and where is the faith…and the love?
What’s that you say to me
does love…light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you’re blowing a fuse
and the cartoon network turns into news
Hey if God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God will send hos angels
Where do we go...
Jesus never let me down you know Jesus used to show me the score
then they put Jesus in show business now it’s hard to get in the door
it’s the stuff it’s the stuff of country songs
but I guess it was something to go on
Hey if God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God will send hos angels
Where do we go...
