floor Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own A sister who dont love him and a father who's no more Angel's, angel's trumpets, angel's trumpets
the floor Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own A sister who dont love him and a father who's no more Angel's, angel's trumpets, angel's trumpets
If I thought I could fit in 'Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn how to blend in to this mess Where nothin's hard nothin's precious and nothin's
If I thought I could fit in 'Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn How to blend in to this mess Where nothin's hard, nothin's precious And nothin's
If I thought I could fit in 'Cause I, I once heard That you gotta learn How to blend in to this mess Where nothin's hard Nothing's precious And nothin's
, day upon day Day upon day Pray the holy war is ending Like the films of the Hollywood And the trumpet?s blast is blending With the crack of burning Wood