Well, this life can be such a devil
So I wrote the songs about angels
I took my coat, I went to the city
I drank and I dropped and isn't it pretty
For you I would do anything
For you I would do anything
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
Well, this life can be such a devil
So I wrote the songs about angels
A nightmare stuck in the catcher I'm weaving
So I sat in the car and dreamed about dreaming
For you I would do anything
For you I would do anything
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
Chalk it up to bad luck
Just chalk it up to the lightness
I think that death is coming around
I think that death is coming around
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
I think that death is coming around
I like it, I like it
Chalk it up (hey) to bad luck (hey)
Just chalk it up (hey) to the lightness (hey)
Chalk it up to bad luck
Just chalk it up to the lightness