Angry Angel

This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself

It's the way he'll always be

He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments

For him, that's just being free.



And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how

Well it might make you frown

But he does the love, of being that dove, roaming where he cares to go

A state of mind which no-one knows



Over there stands my angry angel

And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me

Yeah over there stands my angry angel

And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty



Over and over again, more and more for the pain

To release himself, from this shell

Time after time, you may glare at

Him for the way he looks like something drawn up from hell



But that's just his cover

From what is under it

All his imagination and his

Passion for a creation

Which he has discovered,

Uncovered a world, of

Amazing sensations

His own little nation



Over there stands my angry angel

And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me

Over there stands my angry angel

And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty



(I don't care) (x11)



Over there stands my angry angel

And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me

Over there stands my angry angel

And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty



Over there stands my angry angel

And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me

Over there stands my angry angel

And he's frowning like hell, but I'm not feeling guilty



I'm not feeling guilty

I'm not feeling guilty

I'm not feeling guilty

Cuz I dont care.



I'm not feeling guilty

I'm not feeling guilty

I'm not feeling guilty

Cuz I dont care.