(Gary Rex Tanner) I thought l'd be an angel And fly on astral skies I thought l'd wear a fanciful disguise And It's taken me a lotta time To find out
out in one of those singles bars Women wear really fancy dress She was drinking a really expensive mixed drink And smoking one of those Marlboro 100's With the big fancy
the Seven Angels of Death." "And Hell open'd its doors, Yet what was 'fore my eyes But if not the brightest light." "Yet what was 'fore my eyes But if
the dot, walked in lookin Hot She gave me a kiss on the cheeks and cruised in her LAMBORGHINI way above the LEGAL SPEED valet parked the car all eyes
up into heaven I did ride When I got there they did say John, it happened this way You slipped upon the floor And hit your head And all the angels say
you rush through these (strangely) coherent purgatories Gloves and masks are these eyes to stare so awfully At my malignant heresy A rat conducted the angels
escape, he'll fly to his own place, and pray for capture, the son of the devil's got a prayer. dear my own people, the eyes of mortal man. who fancy
I thought I'd be an angel and fly on astral skies I thought I'd wear a fanciful disguise and it's taken me a lotta time to find out I'm not one an outlaw
I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what
fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall w
's full of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender
what was 'fore my eyes But if not the brightest light." "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth its own fancy
wed; I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death." "And Hell open'd its doors, Yet what was 'fore my eyes "Yet what was 'fore my eyes But if not the brightest
our way to leaving the place dry A $2,000 bar bill Showbiz picks up the tab And we?re on our way laughing Laughing at what? Los Angeles, eight days
fowl and salivating visage insinuating with its knowledge perched above my chamber door silent sat and staring nothing more Askance, askew the self's sad fancy
dance upon days time has forgotten. To let dawn's drapery enfold us. Gazing at angels through the eyes of a second. Gazing at angels through the eyes
my angels, try to find me an angel! D.J. is playing your favorite song, It seems like you've been waiting on it all night long. Try to find me an angel