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 to bad luck Just chalk it up to the lightness Chalk it up to bad luck Just chalk it up to the lightness