This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself It's the way he'll always be He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments For him, that's just being free And he always will, oh get his thrills The only way he knows how, well it might make you frown But he just loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go State of mind that no-one knows Over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty Over and over again, more and more for the pain To release himself, from this shell And time after time, you may glare at him for the way he looks Like something drawn up from hell But that's just his cover from what is under it All his imagination, his passion for a creation Which he has discovered, uncovered a world Of amazing sensations, yeah, his own little nation Over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care And I don't care and I don't care and I don't care And I don't care and I don't care and I don't care And I don't care Over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty, now And over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty, yeah Well I'm not feeling guilty, well I'm not feeling guilty Well I'm not feeling guilty, 'cause I don't care Well I'm not feeling guilty, well I'm not feeling guilty Well I'm not feeling guilty, 'cause I don't care
This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself It's the way he'll always be He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments For him, that's just being free And he always will, oh get his thrills The only way he knows how, well it might make you frown But he just loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go State of mind that no-one knows Over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty Over and over again, more and more for the pain To release himself, from this shell And time after time, you may glare at him for the way he looks Like something drawn up from hell But that's just his cover from what is under it All his imagination, his passion for a creation Which he has discovered, uncovered a world Of amazing sensations, yeah, his own little nation Over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care And I don't care and I don't care and I don't care And I don't care and I don't care and I don't care And I don't care Over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty, now And over there stands my angry angel And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me Over there stands my angry angel And he's frowning like hell, I'm not feeling guilty, yeah Well I'm not feeling guilty, well I'm not feeling guilty Well I'm not feeling guilty, 'cause I don't care Well I'm not feeling guilty, well I'm not feeling guilty Well I'm not feeling guilty, 'cause I don't care
