is the only angel no can seem to keep |
I pulled back my Beard
Walked through the door...
Where Thunder Rolls
To ride the thunder marks a man...
A sore, scruffy, and dirty old man,
Who comes home every night with his tool box in...
A sore, scruffy, and dirty old man,
Who comes home every night with his tool box in...
Where Thunder Rolls
To ride the thunder marks a man...
I pulled back my Beard
Walked through the door...
When the rain falls
So do the tears...
Falling from heaven down to hell
Kills the angel more than anyone can tell...
He told lies, when asked about the truth he couldn't answer. |
All he did was tell her things |
Told her self a good joke then cried. |