Nobody else here baby
No-one here to blame
No-one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it
No-one put
words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train
heading south
It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the stuff, the stuff of country
songs
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if
God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?
God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he
could?
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging round this
neighbourhood
See his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas
with a begging bowl
Jesus' sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street
never looked so low
It's the blind leading the blonde
It's the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith and the love?
What's that
you say to me?
Does love light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute
you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God
will send his angels
Where do we go? Where do we go?
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then
they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it's
something to go on
And if God will send his angels
I sure could use them
here right now
Well, if God will send his angels
And I don't want to lie
[Where do we go?]
And I want a lover feel my song
And I want to laugh
[Where do we go?]
And I want to feel love
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