Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright

God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging 'round this neighbourhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low

It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go, where do we go

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door

It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on
So where is the hope
And where is the faith
And the love
What's that you say to me
Does love, light up your Christmas Tree
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels

And I don't have to know how
And I don't need to know why
And I don't wanna promise
'Cause I don't wanna lie
I just want to need you
Tonight

My love is cruel as the night
She steals the sun and shuts out the light
All of my colours they turn to blue
Win or lose

She does it slow dancing
Slow dancing
She does it slow dancing

Scarlet eyes and a see-through heart
I saw it coming right from the start
She picked me up but had me down on my knees
Just a' begging her begging her please

Take me slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow dancing
All night long

And I don't know why a man
Search for himself in his woman's eyes
No I don't know why a man
Sees the truth but needs the lies

My love is restless as the wind
She moves like a shadow across my skin
She left with my conscience
I don't want it back
It just gets in the way

If you wanna go slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow dancing

Slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow

Slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I'm no good
Well I know I've been bad
Took you to a place
Now you, can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Walk together
Down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter
With the sweet
Don't try to figure out
What we might have had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad

I'm just a singer
Some say a sinner
Rollin' the dice
Not always a winner
You say I've been lucky
Well hell I made my own
Not part of the crowd
But not feeling alone

Under pressure
But not bent out of shape
Surrounded
We always found an escape
Drove me to drink
But hey, that's not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Guess I've been greedy
All of my life
Greedy with my children
My lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things
As well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Maybe it's just talk
Saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked
The swingers stopped swinging
You say I hurt you
You put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it
You came crying for my help

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm not complaining
Baby I'm glad
You call it compromise
Well what's that
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Two shots of happy
One shot
Of sad

Happy Birthday, Frank

I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long
'cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long
And tonight, we can be as one
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll

Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash

Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll

Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother

Mother, you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no

Looking for a sound that's going to drown out the world
Looking for the father of my two little girls
Got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made

Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll

Mother

Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother

Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother

Soothe me mother
Move me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother