Well this life can be such a devil	
So I wrote the songs about angels	
I took my coat I went to the city	
I drank and I dropped and isn't it pretty	
	
For you I would do anything	
	
I think that death is coming around	
I like it, I like it	
	
Well this life can be such a devil	
So I wrote the songs about angels	
And a nightmare stuck in the catcher I'm weaving	
So I sat in the car and dreamed about dreaming	
	
For you I would do anything	
	
I think that death is coming around	
I like it, I like it	
	
Chalk it up to bad luck	
Just chalk it up to the lightness	
	
I think that death is coming around	
	
I think that death is coming around	
I like it, I like it	
	
Chalk it up to bad luck	
Just chalk it up to the lightness