Marc And The Mambas - Angels lyrics

The car drives on through suburbia ever after This is the last game of all After this is a down Down slide and I think I may disappear Here is where reality ends And the rest takes over And it's taking over here Running wild in the sulky midnight air Scorpio rising houses And the fantasy's bigger and better I never liked a fantasy And the message goes Love me or else Because I may die tomorrow And that would prey on your mind forever The zombie bars The big black cars And they're playing the part of disposable stars Oh, the sun is burning my shoulder And the city streches away on a plane And wow, I'm feeling like God again The sulky smoke in a Greek café The taste of the Turkish tea Avoiding eyes and telling lies And the things that make me happy There is always the jest and the dancing And the black, black heat And a stubble breaking through the TV make-up The Orange industrial strength It's starting by now to look a little tainted Oh, the west side the other world Where the wind hisses through the meat hooks And they are playing with danger Like running uptown, come nightmare Tell them to look for another game It was the silence on the phone And the last look you gave me was cold It was the silence on the phone And the last look you gave me was cold It was the silence on the phone And the last look you gave me was cold It was the silence on the phone And the last look you gave me was cold And the last look you gave me was cold It was the silence on the phone And the last look you gave me was cold It was the silence on the phone And the last look you gave me was cold And the last look you gave me was cold And the last look you gave me was cold You ba*tard, the last look you gave me was cold You said you ba*tard, the last look you gave me was cold You said you ba*tard, the last look you gave me was cold This is the last game of all This is the last game of all It was cold