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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