Angels Sing

Sometimes I think I’m going down

Fall, fall, fall down to the ground

Digging myself a deep, deep hole

Closer to mu last home, that old tombstone.

I can hear those angels sing

Hallelujah nearly time to come in.

Every man carries a heavy load

Every woman walks a lonely road

Everyone wants a piece of your time

But time runs out at the end of the line.

I can hear those angels sing

Hallelujah nearly time to come in.

You’ve got to feel bad before you feel good

This world don’t work the way it should

Got to get low before you can rise

Crawl like a baby before you can fly

They say the Lord became flesh to feel our pain

And if we follow in his path we’ll rise again

But I’m so down that my weary bones

Ain’t ever going to leave this old tombstone.

I can hear those angels sing

Hallelujah nearly time to come in.

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