it appears to me
a lot of good chicken goes the way of the bone
they quote me nightly from this barside throne
for something similar to free
I can’t recall
a valentine making any sense at all
nothing on earth that don’t rattle and fall
and bust eventually
a fine young thing’s like a good hard brandy
burns your gut but it tastes like candy
could it be-
the trouble with angels is me?
Had a little scuffle
down in washington,
the beast in me reared its ugly head
I threw a few kisses
to a capitol hill missus
but her dear old man threw a chair instead
I told them blues that I meant no damage
I might look evil but it’s all semantics
but it seems
the girl had her own set of dreams
the gospel truth as it appears to me
the trouble with angels is the devil in me
trying to find answers in this amber sea
the trouble with angels is me
hey the gospel truth as it appears to me
lotta fine chicken goes the way of the bone
am I insane or is this fact well known
and nobody wants to agree?
It appears to me
the trouble with angels is the devil in me
trying to find answers in this amber sea
the trouble with angels is me.