作词 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni 作曲 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni Sweeter, then you leave me Hanging on a circle Nine to the center of eternity divine And if you don't believe me Sorrow has a purpose Forgiving indiscretions, left for me the blind And when the judgement rendered Incapacitation Forever is just nothing when your trading it for time Angel on my shoulder Devil in my pocket I'm just doing fine, on the line Hell is, for the not like them All fired up and ready for the promised land Hell is, for the other man All fired up, doing the best he can Attendance is required For those less inspired Patience is a vice counting one through nine And if it was desire That brings you into fire The outer rings are knocking For the very last time All the souls are grieving Murderers are thieving Suffer at the core is a friend of mine Angel on my shoulder Devil hot and colder I'm just doing fine, on the line We condemn, false accusation We condemn, man's liberation We condemn, no reservation We condemn, abomination We condemn, all accusation We condemn, man's innovation We condemn, no reservation We condemn, abomination Bitter as you grieve me, never did you believe me Judgement at the center of eternity divine Contentment is illusive, religiously intrusive Tell me where to go, tell me where to sign An when the child's finished And the man diminished Remember that he is still a friend of mine Angel in my pocket, devil on a rocket I'm just doing fine
作词 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni 作曲 : Robert Joseph Ellsworth/Carlo Verni Sweeter, then you leave me Hanging on a circle Nine to the center of eternity divine And if you don't believe me Sorrow has a purpose Forgiving indiscretions, left for me the blind And when the judgement rendered Incapacitation Forever is just nothing when your trading it for time Angel on my shoulder Devil in my pocket I'm just doing fine, on the line Hell is, for the not like them All fired up and ready for the promised land Hell is, for the other man All fired up, doing the best he can Attendance is required For those less inspired Patience is a vice counting one through nine And if it was desire That brings you into fire The outer rings are knocking For the very last time All the souls are grieving Murderers are thieving Suffer at the core is a friend of mine Angel on my shoulder Devil hot and colder I'm just doing fine, on the line We condemn, false accusation We condemn, man's liberation We condemn, no reservation We condemn, abomination We condemn, all accusation We condemn, man's innovation We condemn, no reservation We condemn, abomination Bitter as you grieve me, never did you believe me Judgement at the center of eternity divine Contentment is illusive, religiously intrusive Tell me where to go, tell me where to sign An when the child's finished And the man diminished Remember that he is still a friend of mine Angel in my pocket, devil on a rocket I'm just doing fine
