If you like the Angels
All the stuff I got
Cos their wings and halos
Only make me hot
Wrting down the reasons for the things I do
Believe me when I tell you, none of this is true

Down, down, down
Down, down, down
Fallin' out of favour
Goin' underground
Savin' up excuses
Showing that I care
But if crime was money
I'd be a millionnaire
All the pieces, in a velvet glove
But tryin' to hide your feelings
Will never be enough

So I'm
Down, down, down
Fallin' out of favour
Goin' underground
Down down down
Fallin' out of favour
Goin' underground
Down, down, down
Down, down, down