There's a Bible by my hotel bed
Inside it somewhere
Is a story, a story that said
Somebody cares
But we've got to be twice as mean
Just to get around
They're kicking you and me
While we're on the ground
Down fall the good guys, one by one
They never say what they mean
Each day is harder when you trust no one
I'm a prisoner of dreams
But we've got to be twice as mean
Just to get around
They're kicking you and me
While we're on the ground
I know that only angels have wings
A straight answer is like a kiss on the lips
But there are none it seems
No kisses, just angles and tricks
It's a tragedy
That we've got to be twice as mean
Just to get around
They're kicking you and me
While we're on the ground
I know that only angels have wings