it appears to me

a lot of good chicken goes the way of the bone

they quote me nightly from this barside throne

for something similar to free

I can’t recall

a valentine making any sense at all

nothing on earth that don’t rattle and fall

and bust eventually

a fine young thing’s like a good hard brandy

burns your gut but it tastes like candy

could it be-

the trouble with angels is me?

Had a little scuffle

down in washington,

the beast in me reared its ugly head

I threw a few kisses

to a capitol hill missus

but her dear old man threw a chair instead

I told them blues that I meant no damage

I might look evil but it’s all semantics

but it seems

the girl had her own set of dreams

the gospel truth as it appears to me

the trouble with angels is the devil in me

trying to find answers in this amber sea

the trouble with angels is me

hey the gospel truth as it appears to me

lotta fine chicken goes the way of the bone

am I insane or is this fact well known

and nobody wants to agree?

It appears to me

the trouble with angels is the devil in me

trying to find answers in this amber sea

the trouble with angels is me.