Angels

Some day's I could hardly catch my breath Well I guess I've always lived life on the edge I never want to kill my liver Chuck that bottle by the river I'd rather toss some shells at a master-blader Watch him shiver, I'm a mess I'll drive home and create a game of chess in my head And lose to myself, and wonder if I close my eyes and drive And I like to think that angels are having knife fights Just for the f*ck of it, and we're lucky just to have the choice to die Maybe someday, hail a god above the street lights Know exactly when the times right I know exactly how to speak my mind, when angels have knife fights Some days I just want to waste away Erase you're memories from head Forget reality, and just lay in bed Always had the silent slipper Sold my heart up by the zipper Get it jammed in sideways just to poke fun at my flesh Smash And I like to think that angels are having knife fights Just for the f*ck of it, and we're lucky just to have the choice to die Maybe someday, hail a god above the street lights Know exactly when the times right I know exactly how to speak my mind And I like to think that angels are having knife fights Just for the f*ck of it, and we're lucky just to have the choice to die Maybe someday, hail a god above the street lights Know exactly when the times right I know exactly how to speak my mind When angels have knife fights